On his way to class, Wanzhou switched to repeating mode.
"Who's that girl? Is she pretty? Is she in our department? That girl..."
Qin Bai, carrying a backpack, smiled without saying a word.
Playing with mystery is definitely the best choice at this time.
It's about being pretentious without losing your elegance; after all, it's not like you're the one in a hurry.
Third-year students no longer need to attend early morning self-study sessions, but some classes are still scheduled for 8 a.m.
The moment Qin Bai entered the classroom, a surge of resentment nearly pushed him out.
Most people's faces say, "I work from 8 a.m."
However, this didn't matter to Qin Bai, as his biological clock had been set for over ten years.
I open my eyes promptly at 6 a.m.
This was a large class, with nearly 200 people sitting in the lecture hall.
"Brother Qin is here."
"Let's go play ball in a bit, I'm all ready on the court."
"Brother Qin, do you have any ways to make money? Tell us about them."
Some familiar faces greeted him.
Qin Bai glanced at those people indifferently, then turned and walked to a corner to sit down.
These people only started to get enthusiastic in the last two months.
Before his sophomore year, these rich kids had never given Qin Bai a second glance.
People who come from poor and powerless families and rely on scholarships and part-time jobs to earn their living expenses are often seen as oddballs by college students who haven't yet entered the workforce.
But after the news spread that he was the young master of the Qin family, he suddenly had many more "friends".
Those stories of working and studying were immediately spread as wealthy young men experiencing life.
It's just a change in wording that makes it sound sophisticated and high-class.
Qin Bai didn't take these rumors to heart.
It's just the crickets chirping in private; it's not like they're pointing a finger at him and cursing him. Why take it to heart?
No need.
There's really no need for that.
Instead of wasting that time, you might as well go and work as a coach to earn some money.
The professor carrying his textbooks walked in, and the noise in the classroom gradually subsided.
"In this lesson, we'll mainly discuss the job prospects and general career paths for designers..."
Qin Bai placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and listened very attentively.
Regarding his choice of university major, he didn't struggle much and simply chose graphic design.
The main reason is that there are many job opportunities. After achieving certain results, one can either find a job at a large company or take on some freelance work.
The time is relatively flexible, which allows me to spend more time with my mother.
In order to have better job prospects in the future, he has basically passed all the relevant certification exams.
In the teacher's eyes, he was the kind of promising student who loved learning.
Halfway through the class, Qin Bai glanced towards the corridor, his heart suddenly racing, and he immediately turned back to face the blackboard.
A familiar figure was staring at him.
With her hands behind her back, a sweet smile, and her eyes sparkling with a captivating charm, she seemed to be surrounded by gentle, shimmering eyes.
Feng Yaoyao, who doesn't usually wear much makeup, had a bold look on her delicate face today.
After seeing Qin Bai's panicked eyes.
She felt a little smug.
Sure enough, changing his outfit still shocked him.
Qin Bai glanced down at his textbook.
My tense nerves were immediately relieved.
Holy crap.
They forgot they were already college students.
The experience of his homeroom teacher climbing through his window 12 years ago still haunts him.
When Feng Yaoyao suddenly pulled this stunt, Qin Bai was caught completely off guard.
Are you sick?
You drank so much last night, couldn't you just stay home and get some sleep?
They come out early in the morning to scare people.
Did the school pay you double salary?
Next, Feng Yaoyao performed a face-changing act.
Her face would immediately tighten and her eyes would turn cold whenever anyone looked at her.
The students were so frightened that they immediately turned their heads away.
Whenever she sensed Qin Bai was about to turn around and look this way, her smile was incredibly sweet.
However, each time was quite disappointing; ever since that first glance, the two had never looked at each other again.
This situation continued until the end of get out of class.
Just as the teacher finished packing up the books and was about to leave, another figure appeared at the door.
The students inside couldn't sit still any longer.
If they still held Feng Yaoyao in awe, their feelings for Shen Muyao were pure infatuation.
"Hey, what's the campus belle doing in our department? Isn't she in financial management?"
"I don't know, I guess they're here to see me, hehe."
"You'd better get lost, or I'll piss on my head if she comes looking for someone."
"Qin Bai, come out here for a moment, I need to talk to you."
The cold, clear voice echoed throughout the classroom, instantly silencing everyone.
Everyone looked at Qin Bai in the back row with disbelief.
no.
Why should I?
Does he get all the good things by himself?
Not only did he find a good father on the street, but he also got involved with the school beauty, Shen.
Is there any way for good people like us to survive?
This guy would probably sit up and curse in the middle of the night.
Wan Zhou stared wide-eyed: "Looking for...looking for you?"
"Probably."
Qin Bai stood up calmly, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked out.
Wanzhou clasped his chin with his hand and quickly followed behind.
What a great godfather's on-site teaching! I have to go and watch the show... no, I mean, learn from him.
Feng Yaoyao rolled her eyes at Shen Muyao.
Go ahead and pretend.
Keep pretending to be aloof.
Why are you so angry?
He turned to the students in the classroom and shouted, "What are you all looking at? Get out of here!"
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