Chapter 79

"Qiao Rong, what are you doing?"

Wen Changqing's tone was very light, but there was a hint of hoarseness in his magnetic voice, which gave people a clear sense of oppression.

Qiao Rong and Feng Renshao looked up at him at the same time, and they replied in unison, "Discuss the topic."

"I didn't ask you." Wen Changqing cast his sharp eyes on Feng Renshao who was sitting on the upper left of him, as if a sharp knife of ice had been tempered in his eyes.

"..."

Feng Renshao didn't know what to say. Although the man in front of him was about the same age as him, they were not at the same level in terms of status. He was powerless to speak for Qiao Rong.

"Why don't you ask me a question?"

Wen Changqing looked sideways at Qiao Rong, the light in her black eyes was a little dark.

"I think you were busy just now." Qiao Rong heard that there was no emotion in Wen Changqing's tone, and suddenly felt something wrong all over, and quickly explained.

"I remember I told you that you should ask questions in time if you don't understand, so as not to forget afterwards. Qiao Rong, did I indulge you too much, which caused you not to take my words to heart or that you didn't respect yours? teacher?"

At this time, except for Wen Changqing, Qiao Rong, Feng Renshao and Yang Shanhu who was still asleep, everyone else in the classroom was gone, so that the silence was a bit scary.

"I'm sorry, Assistant Professor Wen, I should ask you a question. I didn't mean to disrespect you. You misunderstood."

Qiao Rong was startled by his words, her pretty face turned pale, and she hurriedly explained in a panic, and then continued, "Assistant Wen, and you said at the beginning of the class that you don't answer any students' questions."

Wen Changqing suddenly smiled lowly, and for a moment his handsome face was as clear as the wind. He bent down and supported Qiao Rong with both hands, his handsome face was almost close to Qiao Rong's ear, By a few millimeters.

Wen Changqing brought her thin lips closer, and her even breath followed his voice to Qiao Rong's ears, gentle and tender, "Little Qiao, I can impart knowledge to these 240 people, but I only answer questions for the 241st person, and This person is Qiao Rong."

The male's warm breath came, and Qiao Rong's fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, especially Wen Changqing's magnetic and melodious voice was like a cello playing in her ears.

Qiao Rong felt that her face was burning hotly, starting from the root of her ears and going all the way up, with a tendency to spread.

Qiao Rong knew that her entire face was flushed, and it must be very obvious.

Her heart beat faster, and she suddenly felt very flustered. She stretched out her hand and pushed the man in front of her. She didn't take the notebook, and Yang Shanhu didn't call out. She grabbed the small bag in the cabinet and ran out of the classroom. She seemed to be running away. look.

Feng Renshao, who didn't know the actual situation, was in a daze. Was he somehow hated by Assistant Wen?
Without thinking too much, Feng Renshao packed up the books on the table, greeted Wen Changqing and left.

Wen Changqing hooked her lips, opened the first page of Qiao Rong's notebook, picked up a pen with her knuckles and wrote a line under her name, then closed the notebook again, pretending that there was nothing Shi Feng put the notebook next to Yang Shanhu.

He casually walked around the classroom before going to wake up Yang Shanhu, and said to the sleepy Yang Shanhu with a blank face, "Student, get out of class is over, take your things and go out, I want to lock your things." The door is open."

"Oh good."

Yang Shanhu looked around but didn't find Qiao Rong's figure, she was a little strange but still packed up everything on the table, and hurried away...

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