The night before the formal class, Ruan Qiao and Lin Zhan got married.

Fortunately, school started and there were many things to do.

Ruan Qiao was busy attending classes, participating in student union elections, and joining clubs. She had very little bedtime back and never saw the annoying Chaotian pepper again.

There was no class on Thursday morning, and Ruan Qiao wanted to rest, but the elective module selection courses were open at 9 a.m. If you want to choose popular courses, you have to go to the electronic reading room to grab them.

Ruan Qiao has always been slow in doing things and doesn't want to grab them, but Xu Ying really wants to choose yoga and must take her away.

Sitting in the electronic reading room for half an hour, finally waiting until the second jumped to zero, at about nine o'clock—

"You can choose, you can choose!" Xu Ying's voice was low and he couldn't help but feel excited.

But as soon as the interface was refreshed, yoga was already gray and black in the physical education elective courses.

Is it not updated or has it been selected?

One second is empty?

Xu Ying thought he was confused and couldn't believe it.

Ruan Qiao seemed much calmer. When people in the business circle grab popular tapes, they usually have not been put on the shelves in the last second and are removed from the shelves in the next second.

Someone in other seats shouted excitedly, "I chose it! Have you chosen yoga?"

Xu Ying collapsed her shoulders, a little annoyed, and was a little unwilling to give up. She bit her lip and continued to refresh the interface.

Ruan Qiao also refreshed it-

Taekwondo is gone, and swimming is gone.

Maybe I'll have nothing left after a while. She said while clicking, "Xu Ying, I'll just choose badminton, what do you choose?"

Xu Ying fought with the computer, stared at the interface, and struggled tenaciously, "There are still seven people who have not finally confirmed the yoga, so I'll refresh and take a look."

...

All right.

After Ruan Qiao finished choosing sports, she went to see the art public courses. After scanning the circle, she chose Chinese and foreign documentaries to appreciate.

Just watching a movie, it’s easy to get through it as soon as you hear it.

At this moment, Xu Ying was so excited that she forgot to whisper, "I'm choosing Qiao Qiao, you choose quickly, there is another quota for yoga! Hurry up!"

“…I’ve chosen badminton.”

Everyone has to choose courses, and it is not good to occupy the computer all the time. Ruan Qiao closed the page and said to Xu Ying softly, "I'm done with my choice, I'll wait for you outside, hurry up."

Ruan Qiao pulled the bag and got up, but when she looked up, she suddenly ran into Lin Zhan's eyes.

The sunlight outside the house sprinkled in through the insulation glass, casting pane light and shadow in the gap between the two, and the air was quiet for a moment.

Lin Zhan wore a black jersey today, with a black sweat-absorbing headband tied between his forehead and a basketball between his elbows.

He looked straight at Ruan Qiao, tilted his head, looking inappropriate, "Sister Parkinson--"

He deliberately dragged his tail tone, narrowed his eyes slightly, and changed his words, "It's not very nice, I'd better call you sister Tiannao, long time no see."

His lips raised lightly, and his voice seemed to be sunbathed, lazily, neither high nor low.

It made Ruan Qiao a little stunning.

Perhaps it is because the sun is too dazzling that there are some inexplicable hallucinations.

Ruan Qiao quickly withdrew her gaze and woke up.

...

I'm crazy, who is your snail sister, whoareyou? Are you very familiar with you?

She rolled her eyes without a trace, picked up her bag and passed by Lin Zhan.

Xu Ying had also finished the art module class, got up with her bag, and did not forget to secretly go to see Lin Zhan.

When she caught up with Ruan Qiao, she hurriedly approached the gossip, "Hey, Qiao Qiao, do you know Daomingsi, who is a Chinese language foreigner?"

Ruan Qiao: "He is the one who disturbs the public when playing mahjong next door."

Brands are character, which is quite bad.

Lin Zhan looked back at the girl walking out mutteringly, raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled open the computer chair and sat down.

Another boy wearing a jersey stood behind him, named Jiang Cheng.

Seeing that Lin Zhan was ignored by someone, Jiang Cheng joked, "Who is this? She has the style of Sister Shancai."

Lin Zhan didn't say anything, Jiang Cheng tied his neck and looked at the computer, "Hey, what are you doing when you read the history records?"

Lin Zhan pulled him away with one hand, impatient, "You are fucking sweaty, get out of here."

He quickly chose the course. After finishing the selection, he picked up the basketball racket and pushed Jiang Cheng forward, frowned, "Select quickly, you are so slow, you must not be sieve it to the battlefield."

"I took explosives early in the morning..." Jiang Cheng was pressed down and clicked the mouse.

Unfortunately, I just pressed to return to the previous page—

Lin Zhan’s course selection interface.

Jiang Cheng held the mouse and paused. After a few seconds, he realized. He leaned closer and laughed suddenly, slapped his thighs, and kept shouting, "You are not bad, you, badminton... Chinese and foreign documentary appreciation? I'll go hahaha! Forget badminton, which documentary appreciation do you choose? Can you understand you?"

Lin Zhan was too lazy to argue with him and urged him to choose a course coldly.

Jiangcheng Sports also chose badminton, but he chose piano in art.

After choosing, he was proud and gestured, "There are only two places left in the piano, but fortunately, your brother Cheng is quick."

Lin Zhan glanced at him: "Brainless."

Is there a piano for each person and a piano, and I still want to skip classes?

One word, stupid.

Jiang Cheng was stunned. What's wrong? If you choose a piano to cultivate your sentimental girl, you will be scolded?

***

There are two group psychology classes in the afternoon, in the stairs classroom.

Ruan Qiao and Xu Ying arrived early, and they sat down on the right in the second row in the middle.

Ruan Qiao left a seat on his right hand to hold his schoolbag, and she didn't like to sit by the aisle.

It was still early, and Xu Ying went to her gossip: "I heard that Teacher Xu in this class is one of the three giants in our Literature Academy, which is very difficult to do. This classroom is exclusive to her. Because the back door cannot enter, she likes to call the name when the class is almost over, and she will take a student ID table with her. She can't substitute her if she has posted a photo."

“…”

Great Master Xu.

Five minutes before class, one of the legendary three giants of the Literature Academy entered the classroom.

After hearing Xu Ying's gossip, Ruan Qiao couldn't help but look at her seat silently.

Teacher Xu was obviously a senior intellectual. He was dressed appropriately, had elegant manners, and had thin-edged glasses. He exuded a "I am very educated" atmosphere.

Very intellectual, professional, and difficult to deal with.

Teacher Xu looked up, as if he noticed her look and smiled at her.

Ruan Qiao pulled her lips stiffly, lowered her head to read a book, as quiet as braised chicken.

The moment the class bell rang, a noise suddenly broke out in the front door of the classroom, and a group of men and women rushed into it.

Ruan Qiao subconsciously raised her eyes and saw her roommate - Chen Yangyang with long burgundy wavy hair, and Song Wanwan, a little soft girl from pear blossom curls.

What's going on?

Ruan Qiao turned her head and asked Xu Ying in a low voice.

Xu Ying was not surprised at all, so he answered her for granted, "This textbook was originally a big class. I just thought it was strange, why didn't Chinese people come to foreign countries?"

“…”

The style of the group of people was very different as soon as they entered the classroom. They headed straight to the back row, taking up the back of the classroom.

Teacher Xu stood on the podium and waited for them to sit down.

During this period, her face was always filled with a fascinating smile, like the tranquility before the storm.

But she hasn't gotten angry. When the classroom is quiet, she starts introducing herself directly.

Immediately afterwards, I began to talk about my own classroom rules.

"...Then the third rule in my class is to ask the students in the last row to stand up, sit in the front row, and fill the front row."

As soon as these words were spoken, the back row was in an uproar, and you could vaguely hear a boy swearing.

After all, he is one of the three giants in the Academy of Literature and has experienced many strong storms.

Seeing that they were not moving, Teacher Xu was not embarrassed, and looked calm and began to take a seat. "That boy wearing a black T-shirt, please sit here."

Ruan Qiao was stunned. The seat the teacher pointed to was the second row, the empty seat on her right.

There is a very bad premonition-
To be continued...