This Ma Zhe class is once a week, which is a rare class in the freshman year.
The three of them had a stiff relationship with Mo Chou for nearly a week, and after that, almost all of them were small lessons.
Xie Qi and the three of them didn't expect that this big scene of Ma Zhe's class was different from the usual small class, they only thought about whether they would be late, and forgot that today's foursome needs to be supported by a special position.
Xie Qi is not a serious and good student, and of course he doesn't like the position in the first row.
Although only the few people in the dormitory knew about what she was doing outside, she always had a little estrangement in her heart, and when she saw the teacher like a vampire seeing the holy light, she couldn't help but want to avoid it.
How do you know that Xiao Xiang looked in the direction of Wang Lulu's finger, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he was afraid that others would grab a seat, and he trotted over with a word: "Hurry, it's too late, there's no seat."
There was no other place for Heng and Zhu, Xie Qi pushed Zixi and motioned for Wang Lulu to take her there.
Today, there are no positions in front of three and one behind, so four people have to sit in a row.
Seeing that Xiao Xiang actually gave up the most marginal position and pinned the seat all the way to the middle, Xie Qi scolded in a low voice, "no brain", and had no choice but to follow to the middle.
Xiao Xiang sat down in a position on the left side of the center, followed by Wang Lulu, who pulled Zixi to sit down, and finally Xie Qi.
This slipped down, Zixi happened to sit in the middle, and when he looked up, he saw a small old man with bright eyes.
Zixi silently picked up his books and pencil cases neatly, and spread out a notebook, the handwriting inside was neat, but Zixi made a difficulty, the owner of this book, at a glance, has practiced calligraphy for many years, and the pen is clearly visible, and his own words can only be regarded as neat, and this pen will not be pierced She was looking at the notes and was worried, when she saw Xie Qi, who was sitting on the right, put the book up in front of her face, lowered her head, and turned her face to Xiao Xiang on the left and roared in a low voice: "You are sick, so middle" I didn't expect Xiao Xiang to be muffled, Zixi also felt very strange, since I opened my eyes today, until now, although it has only been a few hours, I have repeatedly clashed with Xiao Xiang, I don't know her 100 percent, at least I know her 80 percent, she is a person who is completely unwilling to suffer, it's already good if she doesn't get others, where are others scolding her, even if the one she scolds is Xie Qi, the relationship is not bad, she will not say a word.
Zixi glanced to the left from the corner of her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Wang Lulu's very serious appearance, she was sitting in a precarious position, with a dignified expression, and she couldn't see a trace of her usual form.
And Xiao Xiang, who was one seat apart, actually blushed and looked shy, his eyes still glanced back from time to time, and it was obvious that his attention was behind.
Xie Qi, who found that Xiao Xiang was in a state of spring at the same time, cursed in a low voice, and retracted his neck helplessly, no wonder he would sit in this position, it turned out that there was a grass erected here, the grass of the school grass.
Zixi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, regardless of whether he had a spring or not, as long as he didn't provoke her again, he would be successful for a lifetime The old man on the podium adjusted the microphone and cleared his throat, and the lecture hall suddenly fell silent, and then the class bell rang.
The old man pointed his whip at the door, and the students who rushed in suddenly seemed to have lost their immobilization skills, motionless.
"How many of you, which department is there for several classes," the old man said, bowing his head and flipping through the roll call, and haha the pen in his hand, ready to record the list of lates.
Being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes in public, the few students who were late didn't dare to play any tricks, and honestly reported their department name, class and name.
"Well, you guys sit in the front row."
The old man wrote down the names, pointed to the position of the first row, motioned for them to sit in the special seats of the late students in this row, and counted the vacant seats in the entire lecture hall in the air, his face sank, and said, "There are still two people who have not come, so let's start the collective roll call." ” "The few who are late today are from the history department, and history comes first."
The old man flipped the roll call to one of the pages, pointed to the name on it, and nodded, "Wang Ning." ” "To" "Zhu Yuze."
"To" "Economical below."
The old man turned another page and nodded, "Han Heyu." ” "To" "Ma Sizhe."
"To" "Yu Qing."
"To" "Xue Dongzhou."
The old man got the name a little bit, and somehow, there was a sudden buzzing sound in the big lecture hall, and he frowned, and struck the podium with his whip, and the snap, through the loudspeaker, seemed to hit everyone's heads, and suddenly his voice became softer.
"To" A voice suddenly came from behind the left side of Zixi, clear and clear, like a deep pool in the forest.
A poem suddenly appeared in Zixi's mind.
Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.
She didn't know how she suddenly thought of this poem, but she had a hint of curiosity about the owner of the voice, and glanced back slightly.
Unexpectedly, the boy who had just sat down in the back left, as if telepathically, raised his eyelashes lightly, accurately caught the peeking person, his eyes still drifted upward, and he suddenly sneered softly.
Zixi clearly felt that the boy's last gaze fell on her forehead.
The pain that hit her head on the balcony before seemed to be flicked by his gaze, and she jumped more obviously, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover the redness and swelling on her forehead.
However, in the eyes of others, this action seems to have become evidence of her desire to welcome and refuse, especially Xiao Xiang and Wang Lulu, who have been following Xue Dongzhou for a long time, but have not thought of how to get Xue Dongzhou's attention.
Xiao Xiang gritted his teeth with hatred, glared at Zixi with hatred, and snorted heavily in his nostrils.
And Wang Lulu couldn't see the clue from her face, and she didn't even throw a look at Zixi, as if she didn't pay attention to this small detail at all, but the knuckles of her ballpoint pen suddenly turned white.
Fortunately, Zixi did not pay attention to Xiao Xiang and Wang Lulu, and the emotions of the two did not affect her at all.
The professor on the podium called some more names, but still didn't count the students who were late.
He stretched out his finger and rubbed his tongue, turned to the next page, and just as he called the name, two students suddenly ran in the doorway.
As soon as they saw this situation, the two students who had just arrived shrunk their necks, leaned against the foot of the wall and wanted to sneak in, hunched their backs and wanted to blend into the student pile, but unfortunately their butts had not touched the armrest of the student's chair on the very edge, and they were caught by the professor who heard the movement.
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