[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Si Xingran walked into the classroom and glanced lazily, then walked to the empty seat next to Song Cian.

There was only one empty seat next to Song Cian. Si Xingran came over and sat down. His good brother muttered something and went to find another empty seat.

This classroom has exactly 200 places, no more and no less. But it is still difficult to find an empty seat in this crowded class.

But luckily, a boy in the corner raised his hand to indicate that there was room there. The school bell rang, and Si Xingran's good friend ran over.

The thinking class is really boring. The handsome old man talks about it in a fascinating way. The students below are drowsy, and there are a few who secretly play with their mobile phones.

The handsome old man had no choice but to knock the black and white, adjusted his glasses, and said slowly, "Next, we will select a classmate to answer the question."

In an instant, Song Cian heard the sounds of cell phones turning off their screens, the sound of flipping through books, and the sound of heads hitting the table.

The handsome old man has a habit of asking questions first and then asking questions. If questions are asked first and then roll call is called, students will use their phones to search for answers.

Si Xingran was woken up by the crackling sound behind him, rubbed his red face and dozed off, then held his cheek with one hand and closed his eyes again.

The handsome old man looked around and focused on Si Xingran, who was dozing in the first row.

"Young people are in good health and just fall asleep." The handsome old man sighed, "Student Si Xingran, you answer the question."

"Pfft~" Some students in the classroom couldn't hold back their laughter.

"The classmate who laughed just now, I remember you, and you will answer the next question." The handsome old man's sharp eyes caught sight of the classmate who laughed out loud.

Si Xingran was dozing off when the handsome old man yelled at him. His elbow slipped and his chin almost hit the table.

Si Xingran stood up in confusion, with a red mark on the side of his face.

The handsome old man tapped his fingers on the desk, making a thumping sound, "Student Si Xingran, please answer what the last knowledge point we talked about was."

Si Xingran: "..."

"You can ask your classmates to help you answer." The handsome old man smiled in confusion.

This class is a public class, and the students come from all grades and majors, and are unfamiliar with each other. Si Xingran had no choice but to turn his head and cast his eyes on his good friend in the corner.

Wu Bo slowly turned his gaze and refused to accept Si Xingran's look for help.

The other students wanted to help, but they just looked at the handsome old man's bewildered smile and had no choice but to shut up. For a moment, there was silence in the classroom.

"Student Si Xingran, you can ask the classmate next to you. He is one of the few students who listened carefully to the class this morning." The handsome old man picked up the laser pointer and walked off the platform and began to wander in the classroom aisle.

Si Xingran turned his head leisurely and met the eyes of Song Ci'an who was sitting there.

"A positive and enterprising attitude towards life." Song Cian said.

Si Xingran glanced at Song Ci'an suspiciously and said tentatively, "A positive and enterprising attitude towards life."

"Very good." The handsome old man has already walked to the back of the classroom. Some students who were lucky enough to play with their mobile phones in class were caught and were putting their mobile phones away angrily. "Then you can answer some questions about a positive and enterprising attitude towards life. What content.”

Si Xingran turned his attention to Song Cian again, "Serious, pragmatic, optimistic, and enterprising." Song Cian looked up at Si Xingran.

With the experience from last time, Si Xingran repeated Song Cian's words.

"The answer is correct, sit down." The handsome old man walked around the classroom and returned to the podium.

"It's not just Mr. Si Xingran." The handsome old man knocked Black and White again, "All of you, you must listen carefully in class, you know?"

"I know, I know." The life-or-death moment of asking questions by name has passed, and the students all agreed with a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Si Xingran sat down, picked up the pen and turned it around twice, "You helped me this time. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me directly. I never owe others any favors."

Song Ci'an stared at the electronic screen without squinting, "It's just a small matter, you don't need to keep it in mind."

Yes, a hot face with a cold butt. Si Xingran turned his head and stared at the handsome old man's laser pointer, his eyes swaying as the laser pointer swayed. I was thinking about the conversation between the two of them just now.

Song Ci sat there quietly, wearing a clean white shirt, with light eyes and long and narrow eyes, which made him look a bit colorful and charming, with a tall nose and thin and red lips.

Male and female, Si Xingran thought of this word immediately.

But his cold temperament and light tone of voice neutralized that charm. His well-placed sword eyebrows gave him a sense of heroism. He listened carefully to the teacher's lectures and looked like a college bully with a cool temperament.

But this is not the reason why he pretended to be cool and replied to himself! !

Yes, Si Xingran thinks Song Cian is just pretending. With a cold tone and a dismissive attitude, he didn't even bother to look at himself when he replied.

The numerous crimes are simply too numerous to describe!

He Si Xingran hates pretending to be a B man! Of course, the pretending man next to him had just helped me, so it was hard not to hate him.

Si Xingran's eyes followed the laser pointer and he started to feel sleepy again. If he had known, he wouldn't have stayed up all night playing games with that cheater Wu Bo.

There were still ten minutes left before get out of class ended, and the handsome old man stopped teaching. Knocking on the table to signal everyone to concentrate, he was going to talk about something important next.

"There will be a group assignment next. Make a PPT about the ideological course. The time limit is one month." The handsome old man then added, "The homework results will be recorded as usual points, and the two will be divided into a group."

As soon as the handsome old man finished speaking, a discussion started in the classroom. Most likely they are complaining about why group assignments are assigned, and some are trying to contact people and try to find a group with whom they have good connections.

"Quiet." The handsome old man clapped his hands, "Don't worry about the group divisions, students, because I have already divided them for everyone."

classmates:……

After that, the handsome old man fiddled with the computer for a while, and soon, the grouping situation was displayed on the electronic screen.

But after all, there are more than 200 people, and no one can see it clearly on an electronic screen.

The handsome old man obviously considered this situation and knocked on the podium to signal everyone to be quiet. "Student Song Cian, if you have my contact information, I will send you the group information. You can create a class group and send it to the students."

Yes, Teacher Sixiu is the original owner’s professional course teacher. The original owner was excellent in his studies, and the handsome old man was deeply impressed by him.

Song Ci'an stood up and said, "Good teacher."

Next to him, Si Xingran was looking for his group. When he saw Song Cian next to his name, he was still wondering who it was. Unexpectedly, the handsome old man broke his doubts directly and thoughtfully.