Back at the Qin family's villa, her own room before, Shaoyi suddenly felt that it would be nice to live alone outside.

Her mother, Xiao Wen, has become more mesmerizing than before, and before going to bed at night, she nags a lot with her again.

She didn't know how long the superficial peace maintained by this family could last, and she suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to become independent as soon as possible.

In the next few months, classmate Liang Jinmu still only sat next to her in class, and the two were tepid, she didn't talk, and Liang Jinmu didn't talk too much, Liang Jinmu always seemed to be able to catch her unhappy or uncomfortable Sometimes, she will occasionally make her happy, and will give her the most appropriate care when she is uncomfortable.

Liang Jinmu also seemed to know that she didn't drink the bowl of medicine for dysmenorrhea, but she accurately perceived every dysmenorrhea of ​​Shaoyi.

Her hand became a good medicine to relieve Shaoyi's falling pain, but it was only limited to the bright and transparent classroom.

It's hard to keep one person from letting go of his guard with such thoughtfulness. Liang Jinmu took every step unhurriedly, without urging, it was very natural, with a feeling of drizzle helping the wind.

Shaoyi herself didn't realize that she gradually developed trust in Liang Jinmu.

On a Wednesday morning, the architectural history class with the highest attendance rate was ushered in.

The weather is hot and the classroom is noisy.

Shaoyi was wearing a pink and green dress with a ponytail tied up, pure and elegant. The ceiling fan on the ceiling was spinning rapidly, brushing up her temple hair and dancing it on her fair face. She sat there demurely, her gaze Shen Ding formed a cool scenery in this scorching hot summer, which makes people unable to bear to look away.

She sat in the second row, and her bag was placed in the empty seat next to her. The owner of the empty seat did not show up for a long time, so she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

In the past few months, Mr. Gu has seen more and more little bees and butterflies. I have to admit that Mr. Gu's beautiful voice has a special flavor even when he speaks such boring historiography.

In particular, Mr. Gu never reads books, does not write on the blackboard, and does not have PPT. It seems that she has memorized everything in the book, or she has experienced it personally. Therefore, the architectural history class this semester, Shaoyi listened more and more seriously.

"Shaoyi, there's no one here. It's almost time for class. Liang Jinmu probably won't come. It doesn't matter if she skipped her cousin's class." Wang Jun was already sitting in the back, but ran to the front again.

"Who said she skipped class?" Shaoyi's tone was not very good.

"Teacher Gu is here, but she hasn't come yet!" Wang Jun said and glanced at the podium.

Shaoyi also looked at the podium, and saw Teacher Gu wearing cotton and linen jumpsuits, a pair of white casual shoes, and a top with sleeves, like her, tied into a ponytail. There were only half of the wrist, neck and face all over her body. is exposed.

If other girls are dressed like this, they will look rustic if they are not careful, but Teacher Gu has the charm of green bamboos in the spring and willows by the river.

Shaoyi has long seen that Teacher Gu's dressing style is very conservative, and she wraps up so well on a hot day.However, she had found out from Liang Jinmu that Teacher Gu's lover was very strict with her, and whenever she went to a crowded place, she was very particular about her clothes.

She had just watched for two seconds when Teacher Gu also looked at her. She found that Teacher Gu's eyes seemed to soften a little every time he looked at her. This feeling became more and more obvious, which surprised her.

But at this moment, she didn't have the heart to delve into this, and she scolded Liang Jinmu again in her heart, why didn't she come!

"Excuse me, who is the secretary of the Communist Youth League?" Suddenly, I heard Teacher Gu's voice like a mountain spring, not too loud, and the classroom suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes shifted from Teacher Gu to the Youth League Secretary in unison.

Wang Jun, secretary of the Communist Youth League, was standing next to Shaoyi at the moment. He was originally tall, but now he protruded even more.

He came back to his senses, looked towards Teacher Gu, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Gu, it's me!"

Teacher Gu looked strict and said, "Please come over here!"

Chapter 6

Wang Jun walked to the podium with a smile and asked, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

Teacher Gu cleared his throat slightly and said, "Teacher is not feeling well due to a cold today. Can you help the teacher explain today's handout to everyone?" Teacher Gu asked.

Under such circumstances, who can say no to this heavenly woman?Still say no!

Wang Jun nodded again and again and said: "Okay, teacher, no problem!" After speaking, he still didn't forget to look at Shaoyi.

Teacher Gu handed a stack of handouts to Wang Jun, stepped off the podium gracefully, walked straight to Shaoyi, and said in a low voice, "Student Qin Shaoyi, I think of the answer to the question you asked earlier. Come out, and I will give it to you." answer."

Shaoyi was a little confused. When did he ask her a question?She stood up slowly and followed Teacher Gu out.

Wang Jun on the podium looked at the backs of the two leaving, and frowned. He originally wanted to perform well, but who is he showing this performance to?

I thought that Teacher Gu was just going to tell her something on the balcony, but who would have thought that Teacher Gu walked straight ahead until he reached the end of the stairs, and then went downstairs again.

Shaoyi became more and more strange, but she didn't ask any questions, and just followed behind silently.

After getting off the teaching building, the sun was shining brightly outside. Not far away, a white Mercedes-Benz car parked under a tree.

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