About the roommate and I being double-standard dogs

In today's class, the person on my left is the class representative of this class, and on the right is a girl I don't know.

Because there are so many people taking this course, it is almost impossible for me to sit next to my roommate unless I get rid of the problem of staying in bed.

The class representative was late for the first class and was appointed by the teacher to be the class representative. At that time, the whole class laughed, only the class representative was at a loss, but he quickly accepted the fact that the class representative was still Very conscientious.

The class representative looked fair and clean, and a little shy and introverted, so I thought he wouldn't take the initiative to talk to people.

"Hey classmate, your name is Qin Yiwen, right?" The class representative looked at me, "You gave a ppt yesterday morning, so I have an impression, let's add a WeChat?"

"Okay." I took out my phone and scanned the QR code he had displayed.

He sent me his name on WeChat, and I actually know it, because in the group, he will remind the group to prepare a report or add content for the next class from time to time.

After a while, the class bell rang, and we sat down and waited for the teacher to randomly select a group from the shortlist to report on stage.

I found that the class representative is very smart, and the girl sitting on my right is also very good. They can accurately pick out the faults in the report content, and they are merciless.

"This concept is confusing." The girl on the right said.

"Did he get it wrong? The order of lateral accumulation is reversed," said the class representative.

I sat between the two of them and listened with gusto.

We were sitting in the first row, and the teacher was standing at our feet. I think the teacher must have heard the continuous complaints, so he looked happy.

The teacher will interrupt the speaker's speech during the group report.He would send out a series of spiritual questions, leaving the speaker speechless, and then contentedly put this group on the waiting list for the next class.

The complaints made by the class representative and the girl on the right were almost exactly the same as the questions raised by the teacher, so I listened, and for some reason I started to listen to their chatter.

"Student, are you also from our school?" The class representative asked softly while lying on the table with a notebook covering his face.

"Yes." The girl poked her head out and replied in a low voice.

"Add a WeChat." The class representative said.

"Okay." The girl made an OK gesture.

I think the teacher is turning a blind eye, because these two people really have the ability to use one mind at two things.

After a while their conversation shifted to graduate school rankings of handsome guys.

"Then where do you think Chao Jinze ranks among the boys?" the girl asked.

"Who is Chao Jinze?" The class representative continued to ask.

"It's the boy sitting behind you." The girl said.

So the class representative picked up his pen, bent sideways quietly, and threw the pen at the feet of the person behind him with a vigorous flick. Then he straightened up, turned around, and pointed the boy's hand page, and asked politely: "Student, can you pick up a pen for me?"

Absolutely, really absolutely, the pen wanted to say that it really hurt after hearing the sound of landing just now.

After witnessing everything, I deeply felt that my literary accomplishment was shallow, and I couldn't accurately express the class representative's smooth operation and the level of lying in my heart with beautiful words.

The girl on the left had already slumped on her seat with a smile before Chao Jinze helped the class representative pick up the pen.

"So he is Chao Jinze!" The class representative typed on the title of the memo.

I suspect that the teacher will be able to see clearly the capital bold bold font.

"You know?" The girl also started typing in the memo.

"I'm in the dormitory next door, see you every day." The class representative knocked.

"Then you still say you don't know each other?" the girl knocked.

"I can recognize the face, but I can't match the name." The class representative continued to knock.

My heart is full of these two people who have added WeChat friends, why don't they type in the dialog box?

"Do you think he is handsome?" the girl knocked.

"Very calm, very temperamental." The class representative knocked back, "I think he is very cold."

"But you were brave just now?" the girl knocked.

"I only dare to do this to boys," the class representative typed the memo, "I'm very cowardly."

"Let me add him as a friend." The class representative continued to knock.

"Passed!" The class representative knocked.

"Did you say hello?" the girl knocked.

"Yes," the class representative knocked, "I asked him if he has a girlfriend."

"?" The girl tapped a big question mark.

"?" I also had a not-so-small question mark in my heart.

"Are you so brave?" the girl knocked.

"Too brave." I couldn't help opening the memo and typing.

"Will he think that I asked you to ask me?" the girl knocked.

"No," the class representative knocked, "he might think that I want to be his boyfriend."

"?"

"?"

The girls and I knocked out big question marks at the same time.

"Brother, something is wrong with you." The girl knocked.

"Me too." I tapped.

"Just kidding, I'm a straight man." The class representative smiled after knocking.

"Sisters generally say that they are straight." The girl quickly finished typing and showed the memo.

"Agreed." I tapped.

"I'm so hungry now, I have to eat two bowls of rice at noon to prove that I'm not a sister." The class representative knocked.

"You've already lost!" the girl knocked, "Straight men *wouldn't try to prove that they're not sisters!!"

"Agreed." I thought of my roommate, and couldn't help adding fuel to the fire.

The class representative typed the half-page ellipsis, and then put away the phone.

"Hey." The girl tapped the joy of victory.

Interesting, both of them are kind of interesting.

After class, I made friends with a girl. Her WeChat nickname is Gougou, so I won’t mention her real name.

"I think so," Quangou leaned over and whispered to me, "Chao Jinze must have seen that something is wrong with the three of us."

We three?Isn't it you two?

"Besides, the class representative's mobile phone screen is so big, so when he picked it up and showed it to the two of us," Gougou gestured to the class representative's actions at that time with his mobile phone, "Chao Jinze must have seen it at a glance."

"Hey," Gougou reached out and patted the class representative's arm, "Did he call you back?"

Honestly, I'm curious too.

"No." The class representative pouted, "but I bet he must have seen the news."

Dog and I both looked disappointed.

"I'm going to have an interview with him when I go back to the dormitory at noon!" The class representative was firm.

"Hahahahahaha no brother, you are too persistent!" Gougou laughed.

"Brother, I'm waiting for your good news." I patted the class representative on the shoulder.

Honestly, I'm really looking forward to it.