Guan Lang didn't have eyes on the back of his head, so he couldn't see Gao Qianhe feeling sorry for himself.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't explain anything.
Because this guy has a big heart, it won't take long before he returns to his playful and smiling face and starts gossiping and teasing him.
The class started as the lecturer opened the course folder.
Today’s course is about the large and small wooden works of the Song Dynasty, which belongs to the history of ancient Chinese architecture.
Usually such courses as introduction, general history, history of certain subjects, etc. are the courses that Guan Lang hates the most.
They need to record and recite a lot of text content. If they just recite the written content, they also need to memorize a lot of sketches of the corresponding buildings so that they can satisfy the thirty-point drawing question in the final exam.
Guan Lang is quite interested in this kind of course. After all, he doesn't want to have to distract himself from preparing for the make-up exam review during the summer vacation. That would be too bad. For the hot summer when he should be free, eating watermelon and watching animation,
It was simply a devastating blow.
Guan Lang listened attentively, holding a pencil in his hand to mark key points in the thick textbook to prepare for the final exam review.
When the lecturer put down the lesson plan and took a cup of hot water to drink water and take a rest, Guan Lang glanced at An Xiaqing who was sitting aside and saw that she, who was full of energy before class, was now dizzy.
He held his chin with only his palm, his eyes were numb, and his mind wandered not knowing where he had gone.
Guan Lang had known that this would be the case. They were all drowsy after listening to this class. What's more, An Xiaqing, a newbie from the art academy, was listening to all kinds of architectural technical terms and listening to heavenly books that they couldn't understand at all.
Similar.
Why bother? Guan Lang sighed.
In fact, An Xiaqing was not in a daze at the beginning. In order to put on a good face, she tried hard to integrate into the class, but she soon realized that it was too difficult.
Queti, Pupaifang, and Shengqi are all these things.
Obviously they are not uncommon words, but when combined they are incomprehensible.
Therefore, when she discovered that Guan Lang had been listening attentively and ignored her, on the one hand she was secretly unhappy and felt that she had been ignored, and on the other hand she felt somewhat relieved that she would not be laughed at by him. After thinking about it,
She simply started "sleeping" with her eyes open.
"Let me ask a question and ask a classmate to answer it. I think you are all about to fall asleep. I want you to wake up." The teacher on the podium started the usual question time again. He himself also knew that this class was boring.
It's boring, so I often ask people to answer questions in class. Firstly, it makes students nervous so that they don't fall asleep. Secondly, it also makes students more worried when they want to skip other classes.
Of course, if there is a roll call session in each class, the effect of preventing skipping classes will be better, but he generally does not do this. With more than 100 people, a roll call will waste more than ten minutes.
When An Xiaqing heard his words, he immediately woke up from his confusion, like a light on his back.
She suddenly remembered what Guan Lang had reminded her before class. At that time, she thought it was just a lie by Guan Lang to force her to leave, but she didn't expect it to come true!
The lecturer above scanned below with a pair of sharp eyes.
An Xiaqing shrank his neck and looked down at the toes of his shoes.
Although she is not a student here, the anxiety she feels before the teacher asks someone to answer a question is a lingering nightmare engraved in the bones of most students.
Except for academic masters and academic gods, they are eager to be praised by their teachers and show off.
The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop clearly. The students sat upright without saying a word or even turning their heads. Any slight movement may increase the probability of being noticed.
It shouldn't be so unlucky. There are hundreds of people in a classroom, and the chance of picking her up is very slim. An Xiaqing comforted herself in her heart.
However, things like asking questions in class are so strange. When you feel that it doesn't matter, they often won't hit you. But when you desperately try not to hit yourself, you often can't escape.
"Just the girl in the blue spotted shirt." The teacher made the final decision, and sounds of relief and one or two subtle sighs of regret could be heard from all corners of the classroom.
Everyone was in a tacit understanding and held the joy of being a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist.
Even Guan Lang is like this. The teacher's questions in class are like Schrödinger's cat. You will never know how difficult the question is until he asks.
An Xiaqing pointed at herself and looked around to find another blue spotted shirt.
"Well, it's you." The teacher's reply shattered her last bit of luck.
An Xiaqing's face turned pale. She didn't expect that she was actually the worst kid in the class!
She stood up coquettishly, wanting to explain to the teacher that she was not a student in this class.
But the teacher didn't give her a chance to speak, and just asked a question.
"The first question is a simple one. Please give a brief overview of the three aspects of material contained in the Song Dynasty?"
The teacher stared at An Xiaqing and felt that this student seemed quite strange. Although he could not remember the students in the class, he would still have some impression of the students with normal attendance.
This discovery made him frown.
An Xiaqing: ""
"Ahem, this question shouldn't be difficult, right? I just talked about it ten minutes ago and asked you to highlight the key points." The teacher's face became slightly serious.
Guan Lang looked at her confused look and found it a little funny.
Let’s see if you dare to come next time?
He opened the page in the textbook where the answer was, which was marked with thick red strokes, and then moved the book to An Xiaqing's desk without leaving a trace.
He tapped the table twice to remind An Xiaqing.
After An Xiaqing lowered his head and noticed it, he quickly answered as he read.
"Well, you should pay more attention to the class next time." Now that she had answered, the teacher didn't say anything more and nodded and asked her to sit down.
"The boy in black clothes in the third row, please explain the meaning of side kicking." The teacher came back to the stage and asked again.
An Xiaqing sat down and noticed the teasing look on Guan Lang's face, and pouted dissatisfiedly.
But she couldn't say anything. Firstly, she decided to "take the class" by herself, and secondly, Guan Lang also helped her just now.
So she could only swallow this frustration in her stomach.
"Will you come to class next time?" Guan Lang asked with a smile on his face.
""
"More!" An Xiaqing said through gritted teeth.
She wanted to become friends with Guan Lang first, and then get emotional and persuade him to return to the hand-painting club with reason.
"Yeah, come on." Guan Lang shrugged his shoulders and encouraged.
Got home at noon.
Guan Lang moved a large glass bottle of soybeans with green hairs to the rooftop to expose them in the sun.
The soybeans that have been made into koji still need to be exposed to the sun for three days before proceeding to the next step.
Qin Yanxi has already written down all the points that need attention in her notebook for him.
He also didn't want to trouble her too much about making sauce.
You can't just let her come here once every three days, otherwise people will definitely have objections, and if you don't say anything, they will definitely not be happy in their hearts.