"Mommy, Dad said, you can't talk in class, you can't sleep, you can't eat......"
"Mommy must be obedient, Xiao Nian and Daddy will pick you up after school!"
…… The baby son told himself one by one seriously, Xiao Qiao bit the chopsticks, followed him sentence by sentence, and felt more and more that he was the son......
It's been three years since I left campus, and I've spent every day in the shadow of inexplicable fear and the past After returning to class, Xiao Qiao sat in the large classroom, listening to the professor who taught her back then, and the mood seemed to be filtered through the heaviness and sadness, and she lived again.
Little Joe wore wide sunglasses into the classroom, and when he arrived at the classroom, he took off his glasses and sat in the last row.
Her hair has returned to its original black color, and it has reached shoulder length, and in the summer heat, she has loosely tied it in a bun at the back.
Although the March period has just passed a third of the time, these days after being fed by Gu Xingshen, there is already meat on the face, and the baby face has recovered a little, and it looks more childish and green.
Not to mention pretending to be a college student, some people believe that she is a high school student.
The advantage of a baby face is that you can still look like an eighteen-year-old at the age of thirty.
Today's film and television psychology is two classes together, and the big classroom is densely packed with people.
Xiao Qiao opened the textbook, and a boy in the front row inadvertently turned his head, then stared at her for a long time, and then said uncertainly, "Ahhhh......h "Shh Xiao Qiao motioned for him to whisper, and then showed a familiar look, "Qiao Eleven, right?"
A lot of people say we look alike!
” Anyway, she hasn't appeared in public for three years, just a month ago she hurriedly showed her face, and Xiao Qiao's life is basically not affected, and she answers all the questions she occasionally asks from strangers.
"Ah......
I'm sorry!
It's really a bit like that!
The boy muttered quietly with a red face, and then asked, "Hello, my name is Qi Fang, what about you?"
I don't think I've seen you before!
” The boy named Qi Fang saw that her appearance compared to the school flowers, and he didn't know him in this school, which was naturally a little strange.
"I took a year off school because I was sick."
Xiao Qiao had thought of her words beforehand, and then automatically ignored the question of her own name, because she hadn't figured out what name she would make up for herself.
The professor in front of her had already started to lecture, and Qi Fang did not continue to talk to her.
The professor's eyebrows fluttered on it, the gifted students in the first row listened in fascination, the good students in the second row wrote hard, and the young people in the third row listened with their cheeks in their hands......
The little couple in the back row grinds their ears and temples......
It's really a class.
Xiao Qiao noticed that Qi Fang, who had just accosted her earlier, was very busy.
After a few glances, intentionally or unintentionally, the child played mobile games for ten minutes, brushed meager for thirty minutes, and meager for the last five minutes, and a class passed like this......
Professor, it's not that I don't listen to lectures, but I'm too busy to listen to lectures......
What made Xiao Qiao speechless the most was that if she was not mistaken, Qi Fang seemed to have secretly taken a photo of her and put it on Weibo, fortunately she buried her head in her notes and forgave him for not being able to take a clear and positive picture.
Ay!
O evil scarf!
…… The morning class is finally over.
Xiao Qiao immediately stretched his waist, he really missed!