Mo Jingchun stood awkwardly in front, and no one paid attention to him. Mo Jingchun sighed silently, carried his schoolbag and canvas bag and walked back along the stairs, looking for a row of people without people.

seat.

Although there are several rows, there is only one person sitting there, but on those unoccupied tables, there is either a book or a pen.

Fortunately, I arrived relatively early, so there was no one behind the seventh row, and there were no strange items taking up space on the table.

Mo Jingchun put down his heavy schoolbag and was about to sit down slowly when he was stopped by a male classmate in the front row.

"Eh? Wait! Don't sit down!"

Mo Jingchun looked at his classmates with a puzzled expression. Why can't he sit down? Is this seat occupied by someone? No way! There is obviously nothing on the table, so if this counts as occupying a seat, it would be too much.

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Zhang Wende, who wore glasses and had a scholarly appearance, pointed to the table where Mo Jingchun put his schoolbag, and then pointed to the seat where Mo Jingchun had not had time to sit down, and said: "The classroom should have been cleaned not long ago, the table

There was a layer of dust on the chair and the chair."

Mo Jingchun was stunned for a moment, and the next second he stretched out his fingers habitually and scratched on the table.

Well, there was a thick layer of dust on the fingerprints. Mo Jingchun rubbed it with other fingers several times before the dust on his fingers was wiped off.

Mo Jingchun smiled at the classmate who reminded him and said, "Thank you, classmate." Mo Jingchun still remembered that the classmate in front of him was named Zhang, but he really couldn't remember his specific name.

"You're welcome, just for the sake of words, my name is Zhang Wende."

"Don't be afraid of spring."

Zhang Wende said meaningfully: "I know you, Mo Jingchun."

Mo Jingchun, who didn't know the truth, just nodded. Mo Jingchun thought Zhang Wende just wrote down his name when he introduced himself.

People with unique general characteristics are always more likely to be noticed. Come to think of it, no one is more likely to be noticed than Mo Jingchun, a person holding a child.

Isn't it normal for his name to be written down by his classmates? Besides, his name itself is very easy to remember.

Don’t be surprised by spring.

"Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep heavily. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary."

After Zhang Wende reminded Mo Jingchun, the two simply chatted for a few words, and Zhang Wende turned back to read the textbook.

Mo Jingchun took out a wet wipe from the wipes box in the canvas bag that he usually used to wipe the PP on his sister's candy and began to clean the dust on the table and chairs.

After wiping it off twice, the originally white wipes had changed color and turned gray. The area where my fingers were pressed looked more like black.

Looking at the two empty seats next to him, Mo Jingchun thought for a while and took out another wet wipe from the wet wipes box.

After wiping everything clean, Mo Jingchun sat down with satisfaction, and then found the textbook "C Language Programming and Fundamentals" that he would need for a while from a pile of books.

There were still ten minutes left before the class started. All the students rushed to the classroom one after another and found their seats and sat down. I don’t know if I was a little cool today, but two girls sat directly in his seat, that is, he

Two empty spots that were wiped.

The shy Mo Jingchun, although very happy in her heart, did not dare to show any expression of joy on her face, or even take a few more glances.

More often than not, Mo Jingchun's eyes would be focused on the first row, or to be precise, his sister Candy.

At this moment, Mo Jingchun watched with astonishment as squad leader Yang Xiaoyu took out an apple from his backpack. There were still wet drops on the apple. It was obvious that Yang Xiaoyu had washed the apple when he was in the dormitory.

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Mo Jingchun almost got up and ran over to snatch back his sister's candy. Isn't it a joke to give such a big apple to a candy with only four small deciduous teeth? If the deciduous teeth fall out, who can Mo Jingchun find to reason with?

Blame it on the well-meaning squad leader Yang Xiaoyu.

The next moment Mo Jingchun was about to stand up, squad leader Yang Xiaoyu, like magic, had an extra spoon in his other hand. No matter how he looked at it or thought about it, Mo Jingchun felt that this was a premeditated and planned action.

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Candy was being held by another female classmate. In her big eyes, the whole world was filled with only the apple in front of her.

Jingle bell~

Jingle bell~

As the class bell rang, the girls reluctantly returned to their seats. At the door, a silver-haired, tough-looking professor walked into the classroom carrying a teacup.

In the hands of the old professor, there was nothing but the thermos cup filled with strong tea. The textbooks didn’t exist.

Before the old professor stepped into the classroom, a female voice echoed in the empty classroom. Mo Jingchun knew whose voice it was! It sounded so familiar! Monitor Yang Xiaoyu!

"stand up!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, whether they were classmates in this class, classmates in other classes, or professor Song Yunqing who had just stepped into the lecture theater.

But the classmates, like Mo Jingchun, were just stunned for a moment, and the familiar feeling engraved in their bones came back.

After all the students said "stand up", they all stood up and shouted respectfully in unison: "Hello, teacher!"

There is no shyness or frustration, it is so natural and neat.

The voices of nearly 200 people were so loud that Mo Jingchun felt that at least the entire building could hear them, and even farther away.

Song Yunqing walked to the podium, put down the thermos cup in his hand, and bowed in return.

"Hello students!"

Song Yunqing felt that he was very happy today. When he returned to the office, he could spend the whole day chatting with a few other old guys.

I don’t know if Mo Jingchun and others took the lead, but a series of neat "Hello, teacher" came from outside the door.

The students sat down sparsely, and the chairs in the lecture theater made a lot of noise, but Song Yunqing thought the sound was very beautiful.

After everyone sat down and the lecture hall became quiet again, Mo Jingchun always had a smile on his face.

"You are all a group of lovely children, and you are also the bridge of the country's future. Maybe in a few years, you will be the bridge of the country and the pillar of the country."

"Don't think it's impossible." Song Yunqing knocked on the table forcefully, making a loud bang.

"Maybe, that person is you!"

"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Song, and my full name is Song Yunqing. Teaching and educating people is half of my hobby. As for me, I have no other hobbies. I just like the pride of cultivating talents!"

"To put it in a sentence that will make your ears ring with laughter, today you are proud of the school, and tomorrow the school will be proud of you. I also hope that every student here can become a pillar that makes the teacher proud.

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All the students listened carefully to every word of the teacher. When they heard the words that the school is proud of you and the teacher is proud, they couldn't help but think in their minds.
Chapter completed!