Ding Weiyan and the other two did occupy two seats next to each other, until they saw Qiao Sirui coming in behind Chu Ci.
Several people couldn't help but look at each other, watching Chu Ci sit next to them. The tall and handsome man also sat next to her, raised his hand to open the notebook in his hand, and turned the black carbon pen in his hand around very casually.
With his eyes lowered, he exuded a lazy air that kept strangers away. He then looked at the little girl lying on the table next to him.
Wearing a simple and bright T-shirt, although he talked with this person for a while outside, he immediately felt drowsy after returning to the stuffy and poorly ventilated classroom.
She just lay on the table with her chin resting on her hand, half-closed her eyes, and when she met the gazes of several people, the confused little girl remembered her roommates who were still unaware of the situation.
Chu Ci straightened up, glanced sideways at the guy who raised his hand and lifted his silver glasses, and then introduced him to Ding Wei Yan and the others.
"This is our school council president, Qiao Sirui, already a junior. He came here today..." Chu Ci hesitated for a moment, then faced the curious and confused gazes of the others. She blankly repeated what the man had just said, which was obviously nonsense, "He came to our public class to cultivate his sentiments."
Tian Jing: ...
Zhang Feiyu: ...
Ding Weiyan: ...
From the indescribable looks of several people, Chu Ci clearly understood this meaning: those of you who are good-looking, do you have any special hobbies?
The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched slightly, and she turned her head again to look at Qiao Sirui, who had greeted her roommate lightly.
Although most of the freshmen did not know Qiao Sirui, there were still some who knew him. They were all a little surprised to see him here. However, since they had arrived early, they occupied relatively good seats. Five of them were just right in a row here, and Qiao Sirui had an aura that kept strangers away.
No matter if it was a girl I knew or not, the little thoughts that came to my mind disappeared because the class started and the teacher began to lecture.
The foreign language history teacher is an older man. He is usually very serious, but the lessons he teaches always make people feel drowsy.
Chu Ci supported his chin and listened hard for a while.
The classroom was packed with people early in the morning. The air was not circulating and it was inevitably a bit stuffy. Soon everyone around had fallen asleep.
Qiao Sirui couldn't help but rub his eyes sleepily. He had never attended such an open class in the Foreign Languages ​​Department, so he really didn't know that it was taught in this way.
Suddenly I understood a little. He said he was here to listen in on the class, so where did the shocked expressions on the faces of this little girl and her roommates come from?
Qiao Sirui pressed the tip of his tongue against the soft flesh in his mouth, then calmly turned his gaze to the little girl next to him.
The little girl who was full of energy and showing her claws to him just now was now propping up her head with her eyelids drooping, which she kept drooping and then opening suddenly, drooping and then opening suddenly.
Her little body swayed slightly, and she finally managed to straighten up, supporting her chin with one hand, making her already round cheek look even softer and plumper.
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