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We walked to the door of the classroom before letting go of our holding hands...

"You wait outside, I will come out after I hand in the report."

"kindness."

"Or you go in with me and wait inside."

"I'll just wait outside."

Seeing that there is no professor in the classroom, I think the professor will slowly come out of his research room when the time is up.Seeing him standing outside waiting for me was really unbearable.

After hearing the class bell ringing, the professor walked into the classroom not long after...

"Please, everyone, hand over the written report to the podium."

I watched the students hand in the reports one by one, but there was one thing that made me wonder why the students who had finished handing in the reports returned to their seats one by one.Isn't it possible to leave after handing in the report?I casually asked an unfamiliar classmate (because it was a general education class, so he was not a classmate in the original class), and only then did I know that the professor said that after the report was handed in, there would be another class.

It was only then that I slowly recalled the situation in the last class, and then realized that when I was in class, my mind wandered and I didn’t know where to think. I only heard the professor say that the class would be over after the report was handed in. In fact, he said that there would be another class. Only after class is he released.

I was a little stunned when I heard that, now he has to stand outside for a class until I finish the get out of class?

I saw his sharp eyes staring at me from the back door, and I could understand his eyes saying, "Aren't you going to come out after handing over? Why are you sitting back again?", which made me embarrassed. I never He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, quickly sent a text message, and then shook the mobile phone at him, motioning for him to check the mobile phone.

Tell him that you don't need to wait for me, I will call him later, who knows that after reading the text message, he has been standing outside the door again.When I looked at the back door, who knew his face was stuck on a small piece of transparent glass, as if he wanted to see what I was doing, but this behavior really made me laugh to death, and made me accidentally make a sound.

The professor seems to have noticed someone outside the back door. When he walked out the front door, I was a little panicked. Even if I told him to run now, it was too late...

"Student, what are you doing standing outside?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I really want to attend your class, but I don't know if going in rashly will disturb you."

"Go in if you want to listen! Otherwise, you'll be standing outside and I won't be able to concentrate on class."

Although I saw his aggrieved expression, I couldn't hear what they were saying. Could it be that he was scolded?

Unexpectedly, he walked into the classroom and was still sitting next to me, leaving me with question marks on his face indifferently.

"What did you just tell the professor?"

"This is a little secret between me and the professor." After listening to it, I immediately pinched his waist (I waited for the professor to write on the blackboard)

"Speak or not?"

"I said...I said..." He rubbed his waist and said

"I told the professor that I was waiting for my wife to leave get out of class." He said with a frightened expression on his face

"Not to be honest!" I motioned to pinch again

"Okay...ok...ok...I'll just say it."

Only then did I know the content of this guy's flattering professor's conversation, thinking that I thought he was being scolded just now, I really feel like an idiot.

I have never attended a class with him before, and I don’t know what kind of expression he will have on his face when he is in class, which makes me very curious. There will be such an expression, as the saying goes, serious men are the most handsome, I think this is the time.

When he found me peeking at him, he only showed a silly expression on his face and asked me...

"Is there something on my face?"

"No, I just want to hold your hand."

Although I just said it casually and didn't take it seriously, who knew that he suddenly took my hand...

"What are you doing?" I was really taken aback by his behavior, even sitting in the corner of the last row, such behavior is too risky

"Hold your hand." His simple answer made me wonder what to do

Finally, he smiled at me shallowly, and then put the hand that was holding me into the big pocket of his coat. His hand was held very lightly, but I could feel his temperature.

Maybe he cared about my feelings, so he put my hand in his pocket, but I don't know.