Tea fragrance overflowing [reverse wear]

Bright and tidy classrooms, full of students, the cool air in the morning has not been heated by the hot sun, and the large classroom with more than 100 people is already full of dark heads.There are still 5 minutes before class starts. Usually, this should be the most noisy and chaotic moment, but today, for some reason, the whole classroom is depressed and dull.

No one spoke loudly, but quite a few people lowered their heads and whispered quietly.

"The one in the front row... is really Li Yunshu?"

"It looks very similar, it should be him. Why did he dye his hair and still wear... so normal?"

"I heard that he had a car accident just a few days after the holiday last semester. Did he break his brain?"

"I think so. He didn't wait for Huo Er's car at the intersection today. He must be out of his mind."

……

This kind of whispering can be heard everywhere among the boys, but after all, the girls accounted for two-thirds of the entire classroom.There is absolutely no way to cover up the soft and mellow female voices with this bit of babbling.

"Hey, don't tell me, Li Yunshu looks pretty good!"

"In the past, he always wore some weird metal necklaces, and he was dressed in a mess, but now he looks... Really good!"

A girl with short hair blushed even more, covered her hot face with both hands, and said in a low voice shyly: "I don't know if he will come to class in the future, he is so handsome...!!! "

But next door to her, a girl wearing thick beer-covered glasses looked at Li Yunshu's back seriously and remained silent.Only the ears that were gradually turning red quietly hinted that it was impossible for her to calm down at this moment.

University is really a wonderful age.

And fall in love...

Well, it's time for a romance.

Someone once said that the first three rows of a university classroom are reserved for academics.

This may be regarded as the truth in ordinary schools, but in B University, a place with a unique style of study, because of the "wonderful" place in the Faculty of Arts, the first row is always occupied by no one, which seems to be a default Leave the seat to the teacher for after-class breaks.

But today, under the 100W sight of everyone, a young man in a white shirt occupied a good position in the middle of the first row by himself.He lowered his head, looked calm, and leisurely and calmly flipped through the books spread out on the table, as if he didn't hear the voice behind him that was not completely suppressed at all.

As a celebrity, Mr. Li grew up under the eyes and expectations of everyone since he was a child.

Before he could remember, as the eldest son of the Chu family, he was the most cherished grandson of Mrs. Chu.After enlightenment read the book, Mr. Li even worshiped Mr. Wen Qing as his teacher, giving full play to his superior aptitude.Waiting for the number one scholar in high school, the name of Chang'an, even the first Qing women put down their bodies and wrote poems and chanted for him.

It can even be said that, compared to the resentful and jealous gazes that were once hidden in the dark, these sneaky glances to Mr. Li are like flies shaking a tree, without any pressure.

Mr. Li's face... cough, is calm and composed, and it is no longer swayable by these behind-the-scenes discussions.

So when the old professor entered the classroom with a thick file folder, as soon as the old gentleman entered the door, he looked up and saw the young man sitting in the middle of a row.The sun was warm and the particles floated in the air. The scene of the handsome young man reading a book quietly made the old professor slightly taken aback.

Looking at the unusually quiet classroom, the old gentleman paused in surprise, then——

After exiting the classroom, he glanced at the classroom number plate on the wall.

1101.

This is not wrong!

When the poor old professor propped up his reading glasses and looked carefully at the young man sitting in the center, the latter had already closed his thick book and smiled at the bewildered old man.

Professor Wang Lao has been teaching this department of literature for more than a year. Although he can't say everyone's name catchy, but at least what everyone should look like, the old man's eyes are blurred, but his heart is not.

The old gentleman looked at Li Yunshu carefully for a long time, but he never remembered that there was such a number one person in his class.Of course, it can't be blamed on the old man for directly ignoring the dark mass of heads behind Li Yunshu.

First, Mr. Li is sitting too conspicuously. There is only one person in the whole row. Can the old professor not notice this?

Second, Mr. Li really formed a sharp contrast with the group of "crooked melons and cracked dates" behind him, which made it difficult for the old professor not to be biased or to take a few more glances.

Seeing that the time was about to pass while the old and the young looked at each other, an abrupt female voice suddenly sounded in the whole classroom with a smile: "Professor Wang, why don't you come into the classroom! It's going to be another minute Class is about to start, what are you staring at?"

This sentence was like a wake-up call, which made Professor Wang wake up like a dream.

After confirming that he really went to the wrong classroom, the old professor coughed in embarrassment, covered his lips and went to the podium, and put the heavy materials on the podium with a bang.The old man feigned anger at the group of girls who were laughing and said: "Let's go to class, today's buns are too salty, I'm a bit stunned!"

"Professor Wang, what kind of stuffed buns did you eat this morning? The bean paste buns from the Seventh Canteen!"

"Eh, how did you know?"

"Ha ha ha ha……!!!"

Shocking laughter suddenly sounded, the decibel level almost lifted the classroom ceiling.In the laughter of this group of students who feared that the world would not be chaotic, there were occasional words such as "the steamed buns with red bean paste are too salty" and "the aunt in the canteen fainted in the toilet".

"Jingle Bell--"

The ear-piercing and loud bell rang on time, like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flames that had burned to the apex in the entire classroom, and the laughter in the room stopped abruptly.Although these students mingle with the professors outside of class, when it comes time for class, everyone still knows what to do.

Seeing that this group of "good" students started to flip through their textbooks, the old professor coughed dryly, self-consciously exposing this embarrassing incident early in the morning.While opening the file folder full of notes, Professor Wang held the PPT page presenter, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "We talked about Yu Dafu in the last class, I told you before to find out... "

"I know, that guy is gay!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Quiet and quiet! How can this be called homosexuality? This is Lao Yu projecting all the ignorant impulses of adolescence onto Chi Sheng. You have to understand Lao Yu..."

The "History of Chinese Literature" with a thick light yellow cover on the table was turned to the last few pages and stopped. Li Yunshu propped up his chin with his left hand and listened carefully to the old gentleman on the podium talking endlessly. with.This book is nearly [-] pages thick. Although it has been turned to the last few dozen pages, the whole book is very brand new, as if it has just been taken out of a bookstore.

The lively atmosphere in the entire classroom has gradually calmed down under the old professor's lecture.It's not completely lifeless, but it's approaching a well-founded discussion.However, Li Yunshu has never felt this kind of literary atmosphere with a strong academic atmosphere.

He took a black pen and took notes carefully in the book.The writing movements are still a bit rusty and awkward, and sometimes the words under the pen seem to pause for a few strokes, as if I was stunned for a while and didn't know how to write.However, the style of pen and ink that hides under the words and reveals a person's character is still vivid on paper.

If the old professor's eyes were better and he could see the words on the book, I'm afraid the old man would also be amazed——

The shape of the font is easy to describe, but the meaning of the word is difficult to understand.

A person who can write this handwriting will definitely not be a person with bad morals.

During a 50-minute class, when Li Yunshu inadvertently looked up at the clock on the wall during the recording period, he suddenly found that 40 minutes had passed.Because the lectures were very exciting, even the time passed quickly.

This seems to be called something...

The movement of Li Yunshu's hands stopped for a moment, and he thought about it for a while. Before he could blurt out the answer, he heard the sound of running quickly from the other end of the corridor.With a slight movement in his heart, Li Yunshu turned his head to look at the door, just in time to see a panting figure holding the door and panting continuously.

"Ahem... Lao Tzu... Ah, that's wrong! I'm not late!"

……

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

After a brief silence, the entire classroom was filled with earth-shattering laughter.It's not that the students want to break the classroom discipline, it's that Huo Shaoze's dress is so weird!

The original domineering bright red hair has long been replaced by a clean and simple short one, but Huo Ershao desperately used a hood to cover his head, completely unaware that this behavior of trying to hide his hair exposed his hair even more.

It should be a normal hairstyle, but why is it on Huo Ershao's head...

Does it look so weird?

"Quiet, quiet!" Old Professor Wang yelled twice more to suppress the noise of playfulness in the classroom, then pushed his reading glasses, looked Huo Shaoze up and down for a long time with extremely careful eyes, and finally asked: "What is this?" Classmate, did you go to the wrong classroom?"

"..." Poor Huo Shaoze widened his eyes innocently, and replied, "No...Professor Wang, I'm Huo Shaoze!"

The old professor's eyes widened immediately, and he said in horror: "This, this... You guys, did you take some wrong medicine in the summer?!" Continuing to make up the knife, he said: "What kind of good medicine is this, tell me, I will also buy a box for my grandson."

Huo Shaoze who was still standing at the door: "..."

Li Yunshu, who was sitting and lying on the gun: "..."