Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 5 The next class begins with roll call

Seeing the approaching footsteps, Jian Anran's heart rose to her throat.

As soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of his eyes was his distinct fingers stroking her sensitive shoulder blades. He panicked and subconsciously stood up with a "swish".

This professional course is three consecutive classes, which means that she has to sit here for three full hours.

One more minute of sitting, one more minute of torment in the heart, finally came out of the remorse afterwards and the traces of emotions hidden in her heart from time to time that she dared not look directly at, she did not dare to shake herself, she was not firm heart.

She attributed this little emotion to "knowing what can't be done".

As soon as she stood up, Jian Anran's hand was grabbed by Ning Beibei, "What do you want to do? Skipping class? No way!"

Jian Anran hurriedly glanced at the podium, but the people above didn't notice this side, so she was a little relieved, and made a "shh" gesture to Ning Beibei, signaling her to keep her voice down.

"I'm going back first, see you in the dormitory."

"No!" Ning Beibei's hand gripped even tighter, "I don't know anyone here, who am I going to talk to when you leave?"

Jian Anran was speechless for a while, who asked you to speak in class?
It was clearly still a break, but the chatting voices of the surrounding students weakened in an instant, and the classroom became as quiet as a chicken.Jian Anran felt that something was wrong, and looked at Ning Beibei who was on the side.

Ning Beibei covered her mouth and pointed to the back of Jian Anran, she looked back——

Slightly wrinkled white shirt.

That calm and composed face was looking down at her.

Jian Anran's face turned red suddenly, and she sat down hastily, did he just hear her saying that she was going to skip class?Or had he already recognized himself?
After a while, I heard a familiar voice above my head, low and clear.

"Student, can you tell me your name?"

Boom—boom—Jane Anran seemed to hear the church bell ringing on Christmas Eve, and her head became a mess, her lips opened and closed, but she couldn't say anything.

"Teacher, her name is..." Ning Beibei looked at Jian Anran's blank expression very anxiously, and couldn't help but rush to answer.

"It's inconvenient." Jian Anran interrupted Ning Beibei's words loudly, and she regretted it after she finished speaking, wishing she could shrink her head into the desk drawer. At this moment, she was a little envious of the ostrich.

"Okay, then let's start with the roll call in the next class." Wen Siheng walked back to the podium and flipped through the roster.

Looking up, she seemed to see a trace of cunning in his eyes. She rubbed her eyes. The people on the stage were as serious as ever, and there was no extra emotion in their expressions.

How is this person treacherous?It's simply using power for personal gain!Jane Anran was furious.

"Why don't you tell the handsome teacher your name?" Ning Beibei asked Jian Anran in a low voice.

"I" Jane Anran hesitated, unable to find a reasonable explanation for a while.

"I was late just now, and I was afraid that the teacher would deduct my points."

Ning Beibei nodded after listening, it really makes sense.

No matter how handsome a teacher is in front of college students, nothing is more important than his own grade points.

"You've finally grown up, little Jane." Ning Beibei patted her on the shoulder. Last semester, Jian Anran's grades were the last in the whole grade. She often felt that Jane Anran didn't care about rankings and grades at all. Although it is true.

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The people on the podium were reciting their names one by one. When he saw a surname beginning with "Jane", he paused.

—Jane?

"Jane Anran." For a long time, no one answered in the classroom.

Ning Beibei poked her arm with his elbow.

"Why are you in a daze? I'm calling you."

"Jane Anran." Wen Siheng said a second time, and looked at the girls in the first row who dared not look up.

"Yes." She replied quietly.

A barely visible wave flashed across Wen Siheng's eyes.

In the next two classes, Jian Anran felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, fidgeting and flipping through the book.

"Why? Want to go to the bathroom?" Ning Beibei watched Jian Anran shake for two classes.

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of the third class, she swept all the things on the table into her bag, wanting to escape from this place of right and wrong immediately.

It was too late to say it, but the classmate next to her stood up and shouted: "Teacher!"

Their seats were in the middle of the first row. The student on the right called Wen Siheng over, and she turned around and walked to the left without hesitation.

Ning Beibei, who was sitting on her left, heard that someone was calling the handsome teacher, so she immediately stood still and stretched her head to watch the commotion, wanting to see what she had to say.

The left and right sides blocked her and she couldn't go out, so she could only bite the bullet and stand where she was and wait.

Wen Siheng put away the briefcase on the podium, patted the chalk dust on his cuffs and walked down.

"Teacher, I would like to ask. It is not convenient for Fang to ask you for a WeChat. If I have any questions in the future, I would like to ask you for advice." The student on the right said with a blushing face.

"Good guy, it turns out that we are here for WeChat." Ning Beibei whispered in Jian Anran's ear.

All the people in this row stayed put and stared at Wen Siheng, waiting to see his reaction.

"Inconvenient." His voice was as cold and emotionless as his expression.

Hiss——everyone gasped, so they dismissed it?So cold and heartless.

"However," Wen Siheng looked at Jian Anran who buried her head in Ning Beibei's shoulder like an ostrich.

"If you have any questions, you can ask a classmate to collect them and send them to me, and I will answer them in class." He paused.

"Student Jian, can I trouble you with this matter?"

Everyone looked at Jian Anran in unison, and felt the hot eyes from the surroundings. She felt like she was in a secret room surrounded by 360-degree surveillance, and the strong light was shining directly, and she was about to be penetrated.

After brainstorming for a while, Jian Anran nodded her head quickly, but couldn't think of any serious excuse to refuse.

The corners of Wen Siheng's mouth seemed to be slightly curved, and then he returned to his usual ice face.

"Then please save my contact information." Wen Siheng said and took out his phone from his pocket to open the QR code.

Jian Anran rummaged through her huge canvas bag, and finally found the mobile phone under the book.

"Drip—" She opened WeChat and scanned it. Wen Siheng looked down and saw the nickname on the WeChat business card that popped up: Jane.

No kidding, it's really Jane.

Opening WeChat a few times after class, Jian Anran stared at the chat box in fear.

[I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting]

I thought that when Wen Siheng added her on WeChat, he would say some polite words such as "Why are you my student" or "It's a coincidence that we met again", but the other party's more mature and decisive response than expected made Jian Anran a little inexplicable sorry.

The empty chat window blocked all of Jane Anran's guesses.

The memory stopped abruptly, she lifted the quilt and sat up.

This matter cannot be borne by herself alone, Jian Anran urgently needs to find her accomplice.

After making sure that the mute button on the side of the phone was turned on, she immediately clicked on the number one search in the same city, and simultaneously pressed the volume button and the lock screen button to take a screenshot.

After much hesitation, she still didn't edit any text, and she directly sent the screenshot to the chat window.

I don't know if the other party doesn't pay attention to the news tabloids, or just pretends to be dead and doesn't want to deal with it.

After the news is conveyed, the other party and oneself are two grasshoppers tied by a string.

(End of this chapter)