Looking at the approaching footsteps, Jian Anran's heart rose to her throat. When she closed her eyes, what appeared in front of her was his sharp fingers stroking her sensitive shoulder blades. She panicked and subconsciously stood up with a "swish".
.
This professional course has three consecutive classes, which means she has to sit here for three full hours.
An extra minute of sitting meant another minute of inner suffering. It was with great difficulty that she finally came out of the regret afterwards and the emotions hidden in her heart from time to time that she didn't dare to look directly at. She didn't dare to shake her already unsteady self.
heart.
She attributed this little emotion to "knowing that it is impossible but doing it".
As soon as she stood up, Jian Anran's hand was grabbed by Ning Beibei, "What do you want to do? Skip class? No way!"
Jian Anran hurriedly glanced at the podium. No one above her noticed her. She breathed a sigh of relief and gave Ning Beibei a "shush" gesture, telling her to keep her voice down.
"I'm going back first, see you in the dormitory."
"No!" Ning Beibei's hand tightened, "I don't know anyone here, who should I talk to when you leave?"
Jian Anran was speechless for a moment. Who asked you to speak in class?
It was obviously still recess, but the chatter of the surrounding students suddenly weakened, and the classroom suddenly became as quiet as a chicken. Jian Anran felt something was wrong, and looked at Ning Beibei aside.
Ning Beibei covered her mouth and pointed at Jian Anran's back. She looked back -
Slightly wrinkled white shirt.
That calm and calm face was looking down at her.
Jian Anran's face suddenly turned red, and she sat down quickly. Did he just say that she wanted to skip class and was he overheard? Or had he recognized her a long time ago?
After a while, I heard a familiar voice coming from above my head, low and clear.
"Classmate, could you please tell me your name?"
Boom - boom - Jian Anran seemed to hear the church bells ringing on Christmas Eve, and her head became a mess. Her lips opened and closed, but nothing could be said.
"Teacher, her name is..." Ning Beibei looked at Jian Anran's dull expression anxiously and couldn't help but want to answer.
"It's inconvenient." Jian Anran interrupted Ning Beibei loudly. After saying that, she regretted it and wanted to hide her head in the desk drawer. At this moment, she was a little envious of the ostrich.
"Okay, let's start with roll call in the next class." Wen Siheng walked back to the podium and flipped through the roster.
Looking up, she seemed to see a trace of successful cunning in his eyes. She rubbed her eyes. The person on the stage was as serious as ever, and there was no extraneous emotion in his expression.
How can this person be so treacherous? He is simply using power for personal gain! Jian Anran was furious.
"Why don't you tell the handsome teacher your name?" Ning Bei asked Jian Anran in a low voice.
"I..." Jian Anran hesitated, unable to find a reasonable explanation for a while.
"I was late just now because I was afraid that the teacher would deduct points from me."
Ning Beibei nodded after listening, it does make sense.
No matter how handsome the teacher is, when it comes to college students, nothing is more important than their own grades.
"You've finally made progress, little Jian." Ning Beibei patted her shoulder. Jian Anran's grades last semester were the last in the grade. She often felt that Jian Anran didn't care about rankings and grades at all.
Although this is indeed the case.
"..."
The people on the podium were reading names one by one. When he saw the surname starting with "Jian", he paused.
——Jane?
"Jian Anran." For a long time, no one in the classroom answered.
Ning Beibei poked her arm with her elbow.
"Why are you dazed? I'm calling you."
"Jian Anran." Wen Siheng said it for the second time, looking at the girls in the first row who didn't dare to look up.
"Arrived." She replied quietly.
An almost invisible wave flashed in Wen Siheng's eyes.
In the next two classes, Jian Anran was on pins and needles, flipping through the book restlessly.
"What are you doing? Want to go to the toilet?" Ning Beibei saw that Jian Anran was shaking for two classes.
Finally, when the bell rang for the third period, she swept everything on the table into her bag, wanting to escape from this place of right and wrong immediately.
After a while, the classmate next to her suddenly stood up and shouted: "Teacher!"
Their seats were in the middle of the first row. The classmate on the right called Wen Siheng over, and she immediately turned to the left without hesitation.
Ning Beibei, who was sitting on her left, heard someone calling the handsome teacher over, and immediately stood still and stretched out her head to watch the excitement, wanting to see what she was going to say.
Both sides were blocked and she couldn't get out, so she could only stand there and wait.
Wen Siheng put the briefcase he had put away on the podium, patted the chalk dust on his sleeves and walked down.
"Teacher, I would like to ask if it is convenient for me to ask you for a WeChat account. If I have any questions in the future, I would like to ask you for advice." The student on the right said with a red face.
"Good guy, it turns out we are here via WeChat." Ning Beibei whispered in Jian Anran's ear.
None of the people in this row left. They stood still and stared at Wen Siheng, waiting to see his reaction.
"It's inconvenient." His voice was the same as his expression, cold and emotionless.
Hiss——Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning. Are you rejecting this? So cold and heartless.
"But," Wen Siheng looked at Jian Anran, who buried her head in Ning Beibei's shoulder like an ostrich.
"If you have any questions, you can ask a classmate to compile them and send them to me. I will answer them together during class." He paused.
"Classmate Jian, can I trouble you with this matter?"
Everyone looked at Jian Anran and felt the hot gazes from around her. She felt like she was in a secret room surrounded by 360-degree surveillance cameras. The strong light was shining directly and she was about to be penetrated.
After a moment of brainstorming and thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with any serious excuse for rejection. Jian Anran nodded quickly.
The corners of Wen Siheng's mouth seemed to curve slightly, and then returned to his usual ice face.
"Then please save my contact information." Wen Siheng said, taking out his mobile phone from his pocket and opening the QR code.
Jian Anran rummaged around in her huge canvas bag and finally found the mobile phone hidden at the bottom of the book.
"Didi——" She opened WeChat and scanned it. Wen Siheng lowered his head and saw the nickname on the WeChat business card that popped up: Jane.
No lie, my name is indeed Jane.
After class, she opened WeChat several times, and Jian Anran stared at the chat box in fear.
[I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting]
She originally thought that when Wen Siheng added her on WeChat, she would say some polite words such as "Why are you my student" or "What a coincidence we meet again", but the other party's more mature and decisive response than expected made Jian Anran feel a little confused.
Regret.
The empty chat window blocked all Jian Anran's speculations.
The memory came to an end, and she lifted the quilt and sat up.
This matter cannot be borne solely by herself, Jian Anran urgently needs to find her accomplice.
After making sure that the mute button on the side of her phone was on, she immediately clicked on the top trending search topic in the city and pressed the volume button and lock screen button simultaneously to take a screenshot.
After much hesitation, she still didn’t edit any text, so she sent the screenshot directly to the chat window.
I don’t know if the other party doesn’t pay attention to the news and tabloids, or if he just pretends to be dead and doesn’t want to deal with it.
After the message is conveyed, the other party and you are like two grasshoppers tied by a thread.
