When Zhou Qian saw Lu Jing coming over, he stopped chatting with Hang Peng.
"Here, your stomach-nourishing soup." Lu Jing handed over the thermos bucket.
Zhou Qian looked at Lu Jing suspiciously. Would he really make soup for her?
"I'm not hungry now." Zhou Qian looked at the thermos and didn't take it.
"You have to drink even if you're not hungry, otherwise Mr. Liang will give me trouble later."
Zhou Qian still didn't answer, feeling that Lu Jing was a bit like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken.
"What? Are you afraid I'll poison you?" Lu Jing sneered and looked at Hang Peng. "If you want to pursue her, why don't you try the poison yourself?"
He pushed the thermos towards Hang Peng, who had no choice but to take it and took another sip with a spoon.
As soon as he swallowed it, Hang Peng coughed violently. The taste of mustard rushed into his forehead, choking him and making him lose consciousness.
"Hang Peng, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Qian quickly took the thermos from Hang Peng's hand.
Hang Peng couldn't stop coughing, and tears started to fall.
Seeing how miserable Hang Peng was, Zhou Qian turned to Lu Jing and asked, "Lu Jing, what did you put in the soup?"
"You'll know if you try it." Lu Jing pointed his chin at the thermos in her hand.
Zhou Qian looked at the soup in the thermos and couldn't make out anything, but he would be a fool if he listened to him and tasted it.
Zhou Qian glared at Lu Jing, "If anything happens to Hang Peng, you're dead."
She stuffed the thermos into Lu Jing's arms and helped Hang Peng leave.
There was a look of amusement in Lu Jing's eyes. He should have put some laxative in the soup just now.
…
Hang Peng drank some water and took a break. He felt much better now than before.
Zhou Qian learned from Hang Peng that in addition to mustard, the soup also had some strange taste that he couldn't describe.
"Then why do you drink it?" Logically speaking, mustard should taste quite strong.
"I thought it was some Chinese medicinal herbs mixed together, so I didn't take it seriously." Hang Peng's eyes were still red.
Zhou Qian felt that Lu Jing was not only a bad person, but also a bad person who could do anything immoral.
Hang Peng laughed helplessly, "It seems that Mr. Lu has a lot of opinions about me."
Zhou Qian didn't know how to explain it, so he just said, "Now you believe he's mentally ill, right?"
Hang Peng smiled but said nothing.
As class time approached, the two went to the classroom together.
In the classroom, the students have already taken their seats, and it is obvious that they are all looking forward to the class taught by Professor Liang himself.
Because there were so many students, Zhou Qian and Hang Peng, two amateurs, consciously chose to sit at the back.
But just as he got to the back, Zhou Qian met another acquaintance.
Lin Chenyi.
Zhou Qian's already less-than-ideal mood was now even worse.
There is no doubt that today is her disaster day.
When Lin Chenyi saw Zhou Qian, he was as surprised as Zhou Qian. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and he stood up and called Zhou Qian.
"Qianqian."
However...
At this moment, Lu Jing had his hands in his pockets and walked in from the back door in a casual manner. He appeared directly in front of them, making it hard not to see him.
Zhou Qian wished he could just disappear right there.
Ex-boyfriend, sex partner, pursuer...
What the hell is this Shura field!
Lu Jing just chuckled and said, "Everyone is here." He sat down next to Lin Chenyi, one seat away.
There are only two positions left, one is between Lin Chenyi and Lu Jing, and the other is on the other side of Lu Jing.
Zhou Qian glared at Lu Jing fiercely. If he sat next to Lin Chenyi, she could naturally stay away from them.
"Student Dapeng, please sit here. Let's discuss how the soup tasted."
"..." Thinking of the soup just now, Hang Peng's face turned ugly again, but he still sat down.
Zhou Qian had no choice but to sit in the last seat.
Being sandwiched between two scumbags is simply MMP.
Zhou Qian looked straight ahead, ignoring both sides as air.
At the beginning of the course, she studied very seriously like other students, but she didn't know when it started, but girls kept looking back.
Of course it’s not the one who looks at her, it’s the one who looks at her twice.
Zhou Qian suddenly felt like a monkey, with two peacocks with their tails spread beside him. He had done nothing, but was still being looked at with disdain.
The two door gods beside her, one seemed to be listening to the class seriously, but his eyes drifted towards her from time to time.
As for Lu Jing, he was just like the other students, sitting in front of the easel with a paintbrush in his hand, looking like a good student.
But Gouyang couldn't hold out for more than three seconds. He crossed his legs and started spinning the pen, without drawing a single stroke from beginning to end.
Zhou Qian guessed that he didn't understand at all.
The one-hour class ended and it was almost noon. Mr. Liang asked everyone to review the tutorial on their own and arrange lunch later.
As soon as Mr. Liang left, the girls in the classroom could no longer hold back.
"Who are those two handsome guys sitting at the back? They are so handsome."
"Not two, but three."
"Yeah, yeah, all three are so handsome. If I had known, I would have sat in the back."
"He's not only handsome, but he also has a great body. I really want to go over and ask for his WeChat."
"Share it with us when it comes."
"I shamelessly asked for it, why should I share it with you, huh!"
Zhou Qian laughed unkindly.
Mr. Liang somehow returned to the classroom and called Zhou Qian out of the classroom alone.
Before Zhou Qian left the classroom, he saw a group of girls rushing towards him from the back.
Of course it wasn't directed at her.
Mr. Liang asked her kindly, "How do you feel?"
“Although I’m just getting started, I’ve benefited a lot.”
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