Female supporting style is wrong

The early morning sunlight shakes off the ground mottled, and the lush branches and leaves are scattered with little golden gold.

The time for Professor Ye's public class is approaching, and the huge auditorium is full of people.

Professor Ye is a well-known scholar throughout University A. He has published many influential papers in authoritative academic journals and won many national awards. In contrast, he has strict teaching requirements. The probability of failing this course is much higher than other courses.

Generally speaking, no matter how brilliant Professor Ye's title is, there are still very few warriors who have the courage to choose him.

But this year is an exception. The classrooms that could never be satisfied are overcrowded. Most of them are girls, sitting together and whispering.

"Is anyone here?"

"Didn't it say that An Lian would choose this course? Is the news accurate?"

The anxious waiting of the girls was destined to be in vain. They waited and waited, but they still hadn't found the male god in their hearts.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that the boy stepped on the bell and arrived late with his roommates.

With a professional book in his hand, the boy glanced lazily at the classroom and chose to sit at the end.

The girl who forgot to reserve a seat for the male god let out a regretful sigh.

The roommate joked: "Anshen, these girls signed up for this class because of you."

The young man's brows were cold, he casually played with the pen, and said softly: "I have a girlfriend."

The roommates exchanged glances with each other, but they didn't quite believe it.

As soon as An Lian entered school, she became famous in A University with her beautiful skin, and captured the love of countless girls. Unfortunately, the boy was very difficult to get rid of, and he always dealt with it by having a girlfriend.

It's a pity that his so-called girlfriend hasn't shown up since the beginning of school, and the girls agree that this is an excuse for the male god to reject him.

An Lian ignored the turbulent tide in the classroom, and opened Ji Ge's WeChat before the teacher came: "Ji Ge, are you awake?"

The other party hadn't replied yet, An Lian glanced at the time and guessed that the girl was probably still sleeping.

Since the beginning of school, An Lian still lived with Ji Ge. He bought an apartment near A University, not far from Ji Ge's company, so the teenager didn't have a place to stay. Only in special circumstances would he go back to the dormitory for a night.

Jige didn't show up in University A, but the witty A university students found that their male gods often get on the sports cars parked outside the school. The boy didn't hide it, so the news spread quickly, but the owner of the car never showed up. For a while, rumors about An Lian were rampant.

Rumors don't sound good. Regarding beautiful people, no matter whether they are male or female, people are not afraid to speculate on them with the greatest malice.

An Lian didn't care about the rumors, and was so happy that the number of girls around her decreased by [-]% to [-]% in an instant, making her a lot quieter.

He didn't mention it to Ji Ge. She didn't know about it until Le Ye sent a message to Ji Ge. She was angry and funny, and called.

"Principal... I promised to attend the school celebration."

Not long after, the 150th anniversary celebration of University A was held on a grand scale, and many alumni were invited to attend.

There was a face in the Distinguished Alumni Seat that caught people's attention. Compared to the middle-aged successful people in their [-]s and [-]s with vicissitudes of life around them, she was too young, with outstanding looks and extraordinary temperament.

She spoke at the end, calmly and calmly, which aroused a heated discussion.

As soon as the school celebration was over, Ji Ge apologized to the principal and walked towards An Lian in the auditorium.

With the attention of those around her, the girl reached out to him.

An Lian exhaled, probably guessing what she meant, and took her hand obediently.

The principal next to him looked at the two curiously, and asked kindly, "Miss Ruan, who is this?"

Ji Ge shook his hand and said with a smile:
"My boyfriend."

"Let's go, go home, An Xiaolian."