Lord Beast, please let me go

Chapter 87: A New Friend on WeChat (2)
He naturally disdained to pay attention to these messages, clicked a few times on the phone, pressed the call button, and Jiang Xiaogu's phone vibrated on the table.

Jiang Xiaogu stepped forward to pick it up: "I really forgot it at home." He said to himself: "My sister didn't call? She called in the afternoon to ask, why did you go to her school?" Became a professor."

"What did you say?"

"I said how good it is, with you here, no one would dare to bully her."

"Who dared to bully her before?"

"No way, Chen Xu is here, but is Chen Xu busy now?" Jiang Xiaogu kept staring into Jingning's eyes while speaking.

Jing Ning lowered his eyes and stared at the screen of the mobile phone, Jiang Xiaogu couldn't see the waves of his emotions, and the ups and downs of the stormy waves in his deep eyes.

He raised his head and asked calmly, "What do you want to say?"

Jiang Xiaogu touched his nose, took the toiletries and went into the bathroom: "Nothing? I just told you how infatuated Chen Xu is with my sister."

Jing Ning stared at his back as he disappeared into the bathroom door, threw the phone on the table, put his hands behind his head, a sharp light shot out of his eyes, cold and frightening.

The practical course was scheduled for the first class on Tuesday morning. Jiang Xiaotao struggled for a long time. Others wanted to go, but she didn't want to go and was anxious to retreat.

But the other three woke up very tacitly, and then unanimously pulled her out of the bed.

"Tao, do you want to make up the exam during the exam?"

"Tao, hurry up, there will be no seats if you slow down."

"Tao, please don't drag us down."

Jiang Xiaotao raised his forehead, Jing Ning must have put some kind of Gu on these people, each one of them seemed to be able to cure the problem of not being able to get out of bed in the morning.

The words "make-up exam" were enough to suppress Jiang Xiaotao, forcing her to compromise and get up lazily. She thought that as long as she was at the roll call, she would be fine. At worst, she would sit at the end. Anyway, so many people couldn't see her.

But often the wish is too good, she wants to sit in the back, but the three of them have to go to the front if they squeeze their heads, so she can't be alone.

Being dragged forward reluctantly.

Coming early can really get you a good seat, the middle is full, and there are still two seats in the first row closest to the podium. The individual sat down.

"Hey, we can see the professor from this position, but the professor can't see us clearly, it's too close."

"You said it would be fine if we just kept the benches and moved the tables." Chen Jing said feelingly.

Yang Lele curled her lips: "Of course that's fine, it just happened to show your beautiful long legs."

"Of course, others don't want to show it yet." This sentence is just a casual word, and the meaning is completely different if the unintentional words are heard by the interested people. Mao Yingying knows where her shortcomings are, and she just feels Chen Jing said these words for her to hear.

She said indifferently: "The horse's legs are also thin and long?"

She and Jian Ming sat right behind them, the best seats.

People from the art department came to listen to architectural practice, and they really matched well.

"But I don't have a good-looking face and legs to match." Jian Ming followed her words.

"Who are you talking about?" Chen Jing stood up, looking like she wanted to fight. She hated people saying that she wanted to commit a crime when she saw her back, and wanted to retreat when she saw her face.

"Oh, it really is true that like attracts like and people live in groups." She said disdainfully, this sentence was obviously referring to Jiang Xiaotao, when they were in the same class, Jiang Xiaotao always wanted to slap her.

That’s because she owes it to her. Who wants to whip someone else? Didn’t the physics teacher say that the force is also mutual. If you fan your hand, your hand will also be affected by the force of the other person’s face, and it will hurt. of.

(End of this chapter)