Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 204 Teacher, Are You A Gentleman (4)

Pfister was stunned for a moment when he heard the familiar voice.

Only the sound of footsteps gradually became lighter.

When he reacted, there was embarrassment at the corner of his mouth.

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Tomorrow is Wednesday, and there is no Pfister class.

Wei Qianluo, who is in the late stage of lazy cancer, only remembers his class time.

In other classes, they all sleep with their heads down.

On the one hand, it is because of narcolepsy, and on the other hand, it is because they are not interested in the courses of noble students.

For example, finance class or something... a thief burnt his brain.

Thursday.

When Pfister walked in, he saw Wei Qianluo resting her chin on one hand, looking out of the window.

The sun was warm and the wind was gentle, his facial contours were extremely soft, and his black hair was slightly messy, making one feel like rubbing it.

Pfister walked up to his seat in a strange way, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair.

Wei Qianluo felt a weight on her head, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, a little surprised.

Pfister rubbed lightly.

Wei Qianluo's lips were pursed into a line, and her eyes were squinted lazily, like a kitten that is being touched by its owner.

In a few seconds.

Wei Qianluo stood up suddenly, leaned closer and said, "If you rub my head, you will be responsible to me."

Pfister was shocked when he heard this, not knowing what aspect he was referring to.

"Class is over." A hoarse voice reminded, Wei Qianluo looked at him with a half-smile.

Pfister stepped onto the podium.

Wei Qianluo took advantage of her spare time to touch the drawer.

No water.

The drowsiness came not long after class, Wei Qianluo squinted her eyes, rested her chin on her hand, and stared at Pfister.

Bai Ze likes Pfister, so Pfister is a dazzling existence in his eyes.

After talking for a while, Pfister found that Bai Ze's gaze was not on the blackboard...but on his face.

The movement froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

at last.

Under Wei Qianluo's gaze, Pfister called him by name to answer questions.

"Heart." Wei Qianluo replied.

"Bingo." Pfister was a little amused, and next time he should find a more difficult test.

It is true that Pfister is very much loved by God, with a handsome face and sapphire blue eyes like the sea of ​​stars, it catches people's mind every time it blinks.The not-thin-not-thick crimson lips opened and closed, with a hint of seduction.A tall and three-dimensional nose, good-looking eyebrows.The facial contours are deep, and the long golden hair like golden threads is tied into a low ponytail.Although it is a common teacher's uniform, it is very suitable and handsome on him.

get out of class has ended.

The students clamored to ask him questions, smiled, and calmly wrote their email addresses on the blackboard.

"Students have questions, you can send them to my email."

"Hey, isn't it Koukou WeChat?"

Suddenly some people were disappointed.

Pfister smiled and left quickly.

Not procrastinating is his creed in life.

The corner of Wei Qianluo's mouth curved deeply, and she got up to catch up with him.

Bai Ze's long legs are not only good-looking, they are also fast in walking, which wins her heart.

"Is there something wrong?" Pfister looked at him blocking his way.

"Well, come to ask the teacher for saliva." Wei Qianluo said with a smile.

"In private, you can call me a friend."

"Okay, Pfister." Wei Qianluo responded quickly.

"My friend, shouldn't we exchange WeChat to facilitate the exchange of feelings?" Wei Qianluo raised her eyebrows and asked tentatively.

Without further ado, Pfister took out the WeChat QR code and flashed it in front of his eyes.

"uh-huh."

In Wei Qianluo's view, it was very useful.

The heart is flattered.

What he gave to his classmates was his email address, and what he gave to himself was a WeChat account!Is there any difference in treatment?
There seems to be a play.

[I seem to smell the smell of love, squinting and smiling.jpg]

(End of this chapter)