I love you, I won't kill you

Angie is sitting in a super-large stepped classroom in the undergraduate college at this time, because this morning's class is mainly a lecture-based class.Hundreds of male and female students of different countries and colors filled the large classrooms, where professors or teaching assistants stood there writing on blackboards or using PowerPoint to teach.

I thought that I would still use PPT to teach today. Even if there is nothing I understand in class, I can still download the PPT content after class for review after class.Angie didn't expect that the professor would start talking non-stop as soon as he stood on the podium, and he could understand most of the content at first, but the later he couldn't understand what the professor said.

In desperation, Angie had to take out the pocket recorder she carried with her and put it on the desk, and quietly pressed the record button when the professor was not paying attention. "Hey, it's so annoying! I've learned spoken English for two years, but my listening skills haven't improved much. What should I do?"

The classroom is clean and quiet, and no one wants to interrupt the professor's speech with all kinds of small noises.Angie glanced at the boy from Toulouse, France, sitting beside him with his head on his arms, thinking about his thoughts.

"Is it due to frequent gatherings with students from China that your hearing has deteriorated, or is it that you are simply not good at interacting with foreigners?"

"If you're not good at it, why do you feel happy with Susan and Julie?"

"Although sometimes Julie will say something that makes people blush, but it is always more reserved than some American students."

"By the way, who is the girl who was looking for her this morning? Could it be that she is also a Yale student? Impossible, I am busy studying and studying all day long, so where can I have spare time to work, and can afford such a Cool sports car??"

Thinking of what happened to Colleen, Angie's face became more thoughtful, and he really looked like a serious student, "It's okay to drive a sports car, and you can't tell what brand it is by dressing. Maybe the car wasn't hers at all, but her dad's or her boyfriend's?"

Thinking of Colleen's appearance again, Angie's face became a little more imaginative, "Hey, anyway, that woman's eyes are so beautiful. They are actually a dark green color with luster. What color? You have to ask someone."

"Uh... Go back to the dormitory and look online to see if there are contact lenses of this color for sale. If you go back to the country wearing it and stop in front of your parents, they will be surprised! Hehehehe, it's so fun!"

"Susan is pretty, though. Brown eyes, brown hair, and about Julie's height."

"Hey, no matter how good-looking they are, I can't let this kind of thing happen to me. Instead, I can dye my hair to the color of Colleen's hair, and wear a pair of contact lenses similar to Julie's eyes."

"If I continue to dress like this, am I a foreigner or a Chinese? It's annoying. After seeing my black hair and black eyes for decades, my mother won't allow me to change my color."

"Hey, mom isn't by my side! By the way, why did I forget about it? I'll just get my hair and eyes done later!" When she finally convinced herself with various reasons, Angie's face was a little more joyful feel.

Susan and Julie are sitting in a small classroom with only [-] people, trying to calculate their test scores by arguing with the professor.When a black curly-haired girl in front was arguing with the professor, Susan poked Julie's elbow with a pen.

"Tell me, where is Corinne going to take you after lunch?"

"Where are you going, you want me to skip the afternoon electives?"

"Do you really think electives are that important? Don't forget, we'll be graduating by this time next year."

"That's right! I just want to think about my future career before this time next year."

Susan blinked, put the pencil horizontally in her mouth and bit her teeth, "Well... I don't believe you failed even one bar exam. Seriously, what would happen if you failed the bar exam three times?" Sample?"

Looking at her serious look, Julie wanted to laugh, "What will happen? It means that you must have not paid attention to the lectures in the four years of law courses. Besides, you still have to worry about what kind of career you will pursue in the future."

"Susan Whitney, do you want to tell me that you are going to use the action of biting a pencil to stop yourself from asking me questions?" The professor sitting in front suddenly said something from his mouth.

Susan hurriedly took out the pencil from her mouth, and said seriously, "No, professor, I'm just practicing my smile muscles. Smile, the common language of mankind!"

I don't know if the professor did it on purpose or not, but he just smiled and said, "Uh... smiling muscles? Can you tell the students which ones belong to smiling muscles?"

"Okay, uh... keeping my teeth in this position, I can train my zygomaticus major and my smile muscles in class. That is, when you exercise certain muscles, the brain receives instructions that you very happy."

"Hehe, not bad. If it were three years ago, I would be very happy to recommend you to medical school." The professor smiled, and then answered the girl's question just now.

While the professor wasn't paying attention, Julie snickered and said, "Uh... just now you said what to do if you don't pass the exam for a lawyer's license. I figured it out, you can open a private gym. From the teeth to the buttocks, the muscles of the whole body Can be active under your professor."

"Butt? How does the butt move? Uh... Do you mean the piston movement or the back and forth swing movement? Hee hee!" Susan said this sentence a little loudly, even the classmates around her could hear it.

At the end of the morning class, Julie walked out of the law school full of strong Cambridge style with her textbooks and Susan.In front of two large ancient door openings, Susan leaned on the metal railing beside the door openings, "I remember, Brandon hasn't come to see you for a long time, right?"

"Uh...it's been a while. What, you want to date him?" Julie asked with interest as she stood on the steps.

"Dating? Of course, there have been a few dates. But you know, I really have no interest in the MP's son."

Julie didn't believe what she said, "Really not interested? If you marry him, you will get more than Colleen!"

Susan laughed loudly, "That's true. Looking at the clothes she is wearing today, I guess she bought them on Fifth Avenue in New York?"

"God, you still say you don't like Brandon? Colleen doesn't have a luxury label on her body, how do you know she bought it on Fifth Avenue?" Julie was really curious, how did she see Colleen? Wearing luxury clothes.

"Hey, Julie Mitchell, I can forgive you for not shopping on Fifth Avenue, because no American would do that as a daily shopping place. But I can't forgive you for not reading fashion magazines ?”

"Sorry, I really didn't watch it. You can tell me!"

Susan glared at her, and said helplessly, "Just look at her pair of shoes. Prada's new summer women's shoes this year cost $650 a pair!"

Julie would never have guessed that a pair of seemingly ordinary flat shoes can be sold for $650 a pair, "God, isn't Colleen too extravagant? This money is enough to pay for my food expenses for three months."

Strangely, he added, "Where did she get so much money? Could it be that a certain Arab crown prince took a fancy to her and chose her as the princess?"

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