After buying a milk tea shop, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the teaching building, and then parted ways in the corridor.
Feng Nan rushed back to the classroom of Class 4, while Jiang Qin came to the classroom of Class 3. When he entered, he found Cao Guangyu and Zhou Chao so excited that they burst out laughing.
Jiang Qin walked over and sat down next to Ren Ziqiang: "Why are you so happy? Tell me?"
Lao Cao and Lao Zhou immediately changed their expressions: "No... nothing's wrong. I just love learning and get a little excited as soon as class starts."
"?"
Ren Ziqiang couldn't help but spat at the two of them: "Lao Jiang, don't listen to their pretentiousness. Let me tell you, there are two new people in the class today, a boy and a girl. The girl is so beautiful that she can almost keep up with Hong Yan.
Already."
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Cao Guangyu immediately looked at Jiang Qin: "Lao Jiang, just be a human being and stop collecting stamps, okay? I'll leave this to my brothers, please!"
"Go away, since when did I collect stamps?"
"You don't collect stamps, but I can't bear the stamps being posted to you one by one!"
Jiang Qin simply ignored them and even talked about dating dogs without talking about it. Why did everyone think I was a scumbag and Dou E didn't blame me.
But why did you enter school after military training?
What kind of naughty operation is this?
Entrance education is a class that all freshmen at Lin'an University must go through. The lecturer is usually the director of the Academic Affairs Office. I would not say it is boring, but it can only be said to be meaningless.
Ren Ziqiang felt uncomfortably idle and began to write notes to Pan Xiu, asking Jiang Qin to help deliver them several times.
"Don't you have a mobile phone?" Jiang Qin finally became impatient the fourth time.
Ren Ziqiang lowered his voice: "She can't see me when I send QQ messages."
"Fart, isn't she secretly playing with her phone now?"
Jiang Qin pointed, and from this angle, he could clearly see Pan Xiu playing with her mobile phone in the hole in the table, her fingers typing on the keyboard.
Ren Ziqiang pursed his lips: "She's not necessarily chatting on QQ when she's playing on her phone. Otherwise, why didn't she reply to me? It's easier to just throw the note. She could see it without even looking at me."
"Damn, you are such a licker. Her keyboard is smoking when you press it. Why don't you chat on QQ? Lao Zhou, let me change seats with you. I'm allergic to dog hair."
Jiang Qin took advantage of the dean of the Academic Affairs Office to write on the blackboard and cleverly changed places with Zhou Chao.
Lao Zhou was not used to Ren Ziqiang. When the note passed through his hand, he had to look at it first, and then he would happily throw it to Pan Xiu.
After repeating it two or three times, Ren Ziqiang always felt a little awkward. In addition, Pan Xiu didn't reply to the note at all, so he gave up and lay down on the table to fall asleep.
As a result, after a while, Cao Guangyu also started throwing notes, and asked Jiang Qin to deliver them.
Jiang Qin was convinced: "Who are you giving this to?"
"Jianchun."
"who?"
Cao Guangyu pointed reluctantly: "That's the new girl. Let me ask her what her QQ number is."
Jiang Qin looked in the direction of his finger and saw a girl with an oval face and long hair parted in the middle. She was very good-looking, and her clothes were fashionable, and her hair was dyed flaxen.
"Can't you add her from the group?"
"Didn't she just come here? She hasn't joined the group yet. I have to strike first to prevent Zhou Chao from being the first to do so."
Jiang Qin was speechless and had no choice but to throw the paper ball over. Don't tell me, the throw was accurate. But the person just glanced at it and swept it directly under the table without even looking back.
Cao Guangyu felt hurt, turned around and began to fall asleep.
Jiang Qin took a look and thought to himself, I must have fallen asleep too. This class is of no use. It is not even a compulsory class. It is not even an elective class. At most, it is just the preface to the first page of a novel. I can’t even read it.
Nothing to worry about.
"Jiang Qin is sleeping, he is so handsome." Song Qingqing said with longing.
Jiang Tian felt a little uncomfortable. She was obviously the first person to discover Jiang Qin's advantages: "Don't you hate Jiang Qin? Why are you staring at him every day now?"
"Only ghosts hate him, I like him so much!"
"Throwing notes to female classmates in class, you are a frivolous man, haha." The newcomer Jian Chun couldn't help but muttered.
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at her: "Why do I feel like I'm looking in a mirror?"
In a blink of an eye, the time came to four o'clock in the afternoon.
The difference between college and high school is that teachers rarely procrastinate in class. As long as the bell rings, the class will be dismissed regardless of whether the lecture is finished or not. But Jiang Qin is not lucky this time. The director named Wang is really verbose.
Probably because he usually focuses on school ethos and discipline and doesn't often take over as a substitute teacher, so he gets a little carried away when he talks about it.
But the class next door is not in class.
As soon as the bell rang, people from Class 4 poured out of the classroom one after another.
Feng Nanshu still wanted to wait for Jiang Qin, but was taken away directly by Fan Shuling, along with Gao Wenhui and another boy named Zhang Xinyu.
He is considered the best-looking among the boys in Class 4. Judging by his clothes, he must have a relatively well-off family. When school started, he was the focus of the night talks in the girls' dormitory, just like Jiang Qin.
Zhang Xinyu is similar to the boys in Class 4. He was attracted to Feng Nanshu when he first entered school.
In his opinion, those who are close to water often get the moon first, and he must be the one who catches Feng Nanshu in the end. However, the bottle cap incident during military training broke all his illusions.
However, it would be really uncomfortable for a girl like Feng Nanshu to be there and not pursue her.
Therefore, Zhang Xinyu always contacted Feng Nanshu's roommates intentionally or unintentionally, and took the opportunity to talk to Feng Nanshu.
But it's a pity that Feng Nanshu became cold and cold immediately after leaving Jiang Qin, looking like she couldn't even open her mouth.
"Shall I treat you to milk tea?"
Zhang Xinyu knew that they would definitely go back to the dormitory after leaving the teaching building, and it would be difficult to ask them out again, so he used milk tea as an excuse to keep them.
"Okay, then don't go too far, let's go to the one in the front square."
Fan Shuling actually knew what Zhang Xinyu meant, and she was willing to fulfill it, because she hated scumbag men like Jiang Qin very much, and always wanted to help Feng Nanshu escape from the sea of misery.
So a group of four people went to the front square and found a shady seat to sit down. Zhang Xinyu behaved like an extremely gentleman and asked the three people in detail about their preferences, then turned around and went to order.
"I think Zhang Xinyu is pretty good. He is about the same height as Jiang Qin. I heard that his family is in business." Fan Shuling was doing the sales work overtly and covertly.
Gao Wenhui glanced at Fan Shuling: "If Jiang Qin finds out, I will strangle you to death."
"Am I afraid of him?" Fan Shuling rolled her eyes, "The kind of scumbag you despise the most is that kind of man."
"Why do you think he is a scumbag?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. It's all nonsense to say they are all friends. I have seen many men like this. They eat the food in the bowl and look at the food in the pot."
Gao Wenhui disagreed with her opinion, because if Jiang Qin was really a scumbag, then Feng Nanshu would have been eaten up long ago, and he would never be satisfied just touching his feet.
He was obviously restraining himself for some reason.
Gao Wenhui assumed the role of Jiang Qin and felt that if she were Jiang Qin, Feng Nanshu's rosy little mouth could be sucked red eight hundred times a day, which made her feel that her guess was reasonable.
