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Lin Nianhe was very happy because she no longer needed to ride a bicycle by herself.

Zhao Haimei is also very happy because riding a bicycle is indeed easier than walking.

This was the first win-win thing Lin Nianhe did at Peking University.

They parked the car and walked into the classroom. They saw that the first row was empty, and there was a thin stack of mimeographed handouts on the table near the door.

Because there has been no college entrance examination in ten years, preparations for each department have been a bit hasty, and not all courses have textbooks.But teachers also have ideas. If you don’t have books, just print them.

It's just that they worked hard. In addition to preparing lessons, they also had to engrave wax paper and print handouts.

Lin Nianhe and Zhao Haimei each took a handout.

The mimeographed handouts are a bit rough and the handwriting is slightly different, but it does not affect reading.

Lin Nianhe took a step forward and wanted to go to the back row, but was grabbed by Zhao Haimei.

"What are you doing? Isn't there an empty seat in the front row?"

Lin Nianhe: "I...I'm allergic to the first row."

To be fair, who wants to be in the first row in college?

It's almost enough to grab the first row from the bottom.

The bespectacled warrior in Class [-] reminded: "Classmate Lin, you two are short and you can't see the blackboard when you sit behind."

The other male students nodded.

Although the female classmates in their class only account for "smart" and "beautiful", they still choose to take care of their female classmates.

When Lin Nianhe saw this, he knew that this seat was kindly left to them by his classmates, so he could only smile dryly and thank him while sitting down.

At this time, there were still about ten minutes before class started. Lin Nianhe looked at the mimeographed handout and suddenly said something bad.

"What happened to you?"

Lin Nianhe looked at the blackboard, his eyes gradually becoming frightened.

"It's broken, it's broken, I really lost it this time..." she murmured to herself.

Zhao Haimei's eyes were full of curiosity: "What's wrong? You have done so many evil things and finally received retribution?"

Lin Nianhe slowly turned his head and looked at her: "Not just me, but also you."

"Me? What does it have to do with me?" Zhao Haimei didn't understand.

Lin Nianhe looked back at Wu Yangyang's male classmates, then turned back and looked at Zhao Haimei with complicated eyes: "There are 40 people in our class, and you and I are the only two girls, right?"

Zhao Haimei nodded: "Yes, yes."

Does such an obvious thing need to be said?
Lin Nianhe's face turned pale: "Haimei, just think about it, if one day you are dating someone and you two suddenly want to go to a movie, the teacher will definitely not be able to give you a holiday. At this time, there is no point in having a class." Unimportant classes..."

Zhao Haimei blinked and grasped the key points accurately: "You also think I can find a partner, right?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

"Yes, yes! You can find eight!"

"Come Anyang, don't you act like a hooligan? I'm not that kind of person."

Zhao Haimei blushed and slapped the table in embarrassment.

That loud noise almost scared the janitor at the school gate.

Lin Nianhe rubbed his ears, looked at her coy expression, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Yeah, by then you will find that if you want to skip class and go do something with your partner, the teacher doesn't need to call your name. I know you didn’t come—”

"After all, there are only two girls in the class! One missing is too obvious!"

The smile on Zhao Haimei's face gradually froze.

Lin Nianhe stretched out four fingers towards her: "Can you ensure that there is no chance that you won't want to go to class in the past few years?"

Zhao Haimei couldn't laugh at all.

The kind that makes you laugh even if you think about eight people surrounding you.

Lin Nianhe sighed and lay down on the table.

Zhao Haimei was silent for a long time, then tugged on Lin Nianhe's arm: "Lin Nianhe, do you have any idea?"

"Me?" Lin Nianhe nodded, "I do. I can actually apply to transfer to the Spanish Department... I don't need to bother. I just need to say that I am willing to go to the Spanish Department, and my elders will be happy to help me with the procedures."

Zhao Haimei didn't believe it: "Don't talk nonsense. To apply for the Spanish-language college entrance examination, you have to take the English test. Have you taken it?" "You haven't learned how to hitch a horse when I scolded a group of foreign businessmen in English."

"I do not believe."

"Then you can listen to me scold you a few times?"

"..."

Lin Nianhe quickly gave up the idea of ​​switching departments.

Because what the teacher said was really good.

The professor who teaches this class of classical mechanics is named Nie. Time has carved scars on his face, but it has not dulled his enthusiasm for learning.

Teacher Nie's teaching style is very personal, humorous and elegant, and his writing on the blackboard is so beautiful that it is a pleasure just to look at his handwriting.

There is such a teacher who will come to class even if she is dying, and will die in class if she dies.

After class, Lin Nianhe chased Teacher Nie with his notebook and asked questions, as if he wanted to follow him back to the office.

Zhao Haimei was dumbfounded: "Come Anyang, didn't this little girl think about how to skip class before going to class? Just to scare me by making loud noises with her?"

Zhao Haimei was still immersed in shock. Other students in the class also gathered around the podium and spontaneously extended the lecture time.

Looking at the crowd of people in front of her, Zhao Haimei suddenly came back to her senses, spread her arms and squeezed in.

I have not smelled books and ink for ten years, and both teachers and students have great enthusiasm for learning.

Students are willing to learn and teachers are willing to teach. With such a two-way journey, even love has to stand aside.

When Lin Nianhe and Su Yuncheng were having lunch, they were still telling him the metaphor that Teacher Nie made in class, smiling so hard.

Su Yuncheng gave her a piece of pork ribs and asked her, "You have no class this afternoon, what are you going to do?"

Lin Nianhe didn't answer but asked: "Do you have any classes?"

"Have."

"Then can I go to your class and... accompany you in class?"

"can."

The corners of Su Yuncheng's mouth turned up unconsciously, and his ears turned red.

After lunch, Lin Nianhe went back to the dormitory to take a nap for half an hour, and then got up and packed his schoolbag.

Zhao Haimei was doing her homework. Seeing that she was going out, she thought she was going to the library.

"Are you going to the library? I'll go with you."

"No, I'm going to take classes in the Department of National Affairs." Lin Nianhe said.

"what?"

Zhao Haimei looked at her retreating back and fell into deep thought.

Does this count as having to attend a class even if there is no class?

Su Yuncheng rode his bicycle to pick up Lin Nianhe. On the way to the classroom, he said, "I forgot to tell you before that there are many people on the way to class, so be careful when riding."

Lin Nianhe tugged on the hem of his clothes and nodded seriously: "Okay, I will convey it to Hai Mei."

Su Yuncheng: "...?"

The teaching building of the Department of Political Science is not far from the physics building. There are only about thirty students in the department, and they are only divided into one class.

The ratio of men to women in the Department of National Affairs is much more normal, close to one to one.They both arrived not too early, and Su Yuncheng took her to the third row.

Lin Nianhe's arrival attracted side glances from the classmates who had already arrived, but no one had spoken to her yet.

Lin Nianhe asked in a low voice: "Should I, a slacker in class, go to the last row?"

She is an ethical person who takes classes and will not occupy the position of the original class students.

Su Yuncheng: "Are you here for class?"

Lin Nianhe: "Ah...of course it's to accompany you."

Xiao Lin silently hid the notebook in his arms, trying to persuade Su Yuncheng to believe in him with the most sincere eyes.

He...should believe it...