Chapter 80: Bloody, the partner is Lin Chen
At that moment, the boy's eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred and unwillingness, and he just looked at her silently.
Tang Xiaowan was so frightened that she trembled at that moment.
The whole class's attention was drawn to them. The class fell silent and everyone looked at the two of them.
Oh, what the hell is going on? Zhou Meimei, who was eating a dry cookie, was frightened by this scene and looked up. What are these two people doing?
Feeling the strangeness of the surrounding environment and looking at the shocked and frightened expression of the girl in front of him, Lin Chen realized that he had overreacted and lost his composure.
The young man clenched his palms a little tighter and said calmly, "Don't worry about my business."
Then he left.
Tang Xiaowan stood there in a daze for a long time, frightened and stunned.
"What's going on?"
The class also began to discuss it.
"What's going on with these two?"
"Tang Xiaowan is already being kept by a mysterious rich man, so why is she hooking up with our Lin University's campus hunk? How shameless!"
"She made our Lin University campus hunk so angry. This woman is really despicable!"
But there is no doubt that the public pressure is on Tang Xiaowan, after all, Lin Chen is the school hunk that everyone admires.
Zhou Meimei quickly put away the biscuits in her hand and walked over to comfort Tang Xiaowan, "Wanwan, are you okay?"
"No, it's okay."
Tang Xiaowan was stunned, and after he came to his senses, he pushed her away.
A man walked out of the classroom.
"Wanwan? Wanwan?"
Tang Xiaowan did not respond.
Tang Xiaowan walked out of the classroom and calmed down for a while.
She just really didn't understand why Lin Chen suddenly became like this. She just cared about him. Was there anything wrong with that?
It's really inexplicable.
The girl shook her head and didn't think any more about it.
"Ring, ring, ring, ring~"
Soon the bell for class rang and Class 3's new head teacher, Ai Ling, walked in.
After Zhang Aihua got into trouble and was expelled, she could no longer teach at the University of Seves, and her new teacher Ai Ling took over as the head teacher of Class 3 in the School of Design.
Teacher Ai Ling is 30 years old this year. She graduated with a doctorate from a well-known university. She is beautiful, has a good personality, is intellectual, elegant and generous. She looks many times kinder than Zhang Aihua.
"Hello, students. I will be the one teaching you this class today. Please open your textbooks. Today we will study the history of Western art..."
"Hey, Wanwan," Zhou Meimei touched Tang Xiaowan's arm as she listened attentively to the class, "Teacher Ai Ling is so pretty. Although her resume says she's 30, she looks like she's only in her twenties. She's so pretty."
Tang Xiaowan, who was flipping through the book attentively, raised her head from the pages and looked at the stage, "Yes, she is really beautiful, and she looks friendly and easy-going."
"This is a beautiful and kind-hearted university teacher, okay? What the hell is Zhang Aihua?" Zhou Meimei couldn't help but complain. At this time, she admired the young, beautiful and intellectual Ai Ling on the stage. "If possible in the future, I also want to become a university teacher like Teacher Ai Ling."
She suddenly became like a nymphomaniac, holding her chin and looking at Ailing on the stage with admiration.
“Tsk!”
Tang Xiaowan couldn't help but look sideways at the snacks on her table... a half-eaten banana, some unfinished melon seeds, and a half-drunk bottle of Yuanqi Forest milk tea. "You're a teacher? You're more like a foodie."
Still a teacher...
"Pfft, Tang Xiaowan, how can you talk like that!"
Zhou Meimei was so angry that she raised her hand to pull her ear.
Tang Xiaowan immediately raised her hand and used the book to block her attack, "Stop, I'm wrong, it's okay to be wrong..."
"Students, let's do a little classroom activity next!"
When Teacher Ai on the stage was talking about the activities, the distracted students in the class who were playing with their cell phones suddenly focused their attention.
"Now we all advocate task-based teaching methods, and I can't just keep talking," said Teacher Ai Ling, who had a very pleasant voice. "So I decided to give the performance opportunities to our students next time."
Upon hearing this, all the students in the class took a deep breath and became worried and depressed.
Finished, finished, now I have something to ask, right?
Oops, I can’t play with my phone now.
Teacher Ai Ling announced the task, "Next, please ask the students to form pairs and discuss the periodization of Western art history and the development of each period, what kind of schools and representative figures emerged, and I will find someone to answer them later~"
Oh, it's okay, it's just a mission.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"We'll divide the students into groups by drawing lots," Teacher Ai Ling said as she took out a box she had prepared in advance. "Here are the signature numbers I wrote. There are 30 people in our class, and there are 30 slips of paper inside. It's very simple. Students who draw the same number will form a group."
"Okay, now starting from the first row, please come up to the stage and draw lots."
"Woo woo," Zhou Meimei, who was eating snacks, was unhappy, "Wanwan, why can't I be in the same group with you? No, why can't I continue to eat snacks and read comics from now on, woo woo woo..."
"..." Tang Xiaowan shook her head, closed the book, and tapped Zhou Meimei's nose, "Please complete your mission well, my lady!"
She went on stage to draw lots.
"snort!"
The students came on stage one after another and the drawing of lots was soon over.
"Okay, now please find your own partners and start the discussion. Each group of students will come to the stage to explain. Also, let me say that this class activity is directly linked to our usual grades."
Good guy's usual performance!
When everyone heard about their usual grades, they became nervous. They had originally wanted to fool around, but now it seems that it is not so easy to fool around.
Tang Xiaowan drew number 2 and Zhou Meimei drew number 13, so there was no doubt that they were not in the same group.
Tang Xiaowan asked everyone in the class and found that there was no one number two. Everyone else had already formed their own groups and started discussing, but Tang Xiaowan hadn't found a partner yet. The girl couldn't help but feel worried.
The teacher couldn't have made a mistake, was she the only one who was number two? That shouldn't be the case.
When Tang Xiaowan was about to go up to the stage to ask the teacher a question, she turned around and found that there was another person sitting alone by the window.
No way...
Yes, this person is none other than Lin Chen.
So embarrassing?
She was a little bit stupid.
At the same time, Lin Chen opened the note in her hand and took a look at it, then raised her eyelids indifferently and looked at Tang Xiaowan, who was alone in the crowd and was staring at her.
"Lin, Lin Chen, are you number two?"
Even though she had just had a conflict with him, this was a class activity she had to participate in, so she had no choice but to come over and ask with a thick face.
The girl spoke very carefully, then raised her eyes and stared at him, "Really?"
"..." Lin Chen looked down at the piece of paper with the number two written on it in his hand.
He suddenly felt like there was something stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.
Why her?
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