The king is rich and young: My apprentice has been pitted again!

Chapter 65

The next day, Lin Wu got up early in the morning. It was rare for Wu Rong to see her get up on her own initiative and in a good mood!

There's no way, Lin Wu is just happy, the happiest day of the week is today!
Because there is an ideological and political class today, which is a public class.Lin Wu chose passively and entered the wrong college. The professional courses were different from Yinghuan and the others, but the public courses were the same.It just so happened that by chance, their classes were arranged to have classes together.

Today is a good day, like back in high school, they were at the same table and had classes together.

Lin Wu left early to reserve a seat for them.Because there are a large number of people in public classes, people from different classes and different majors are often combined to take classes together.

Therefore, the location is still enough to sit, but it is not necessarily a good location, especially in the "high-end entertainment area". Those who don't want to go to class like to choose the last row.

After Wu Rong arrived, there were still seats available, but because of the first row of "Xueba District", several boys sat across the seats, and it was difficult for her to get in the middle seat. Seeing that there were vacancies on both sides of Lin Wu, she hesitated. come over.

"Sorry, there are people on both sides of me." Lin Wu was not polite to her.

Wu Rong lowered his head, went to the front row, and asked the boy to get up, but the boy seemed reluctant, so he simply changed his position, as if he wanted to avoid her.

Wu Rong looked around, she seemed to be fine, and saw that she was sitting upright, but her facial expression was unnatural and her movements seemed awkward.

After Ying Huan and Mi Junnuo came, Lin Wu immediately beckoned them to come and sit down.

Lin Wu is like this, she treats whoever treats her well.

When class time came, an ideological and political teacher came. Lu introduced that he was from the School of Social and Humanities, and the students who came to teach ideological and political courses were nothing more than Mao Deng Thought, Marxism, and social values.

This kind of class is not easy to take. If the lecturer is not passionate or creative, the lectures are often boring. One can imagine what the students are doing.

Naturally, except for Wu Rong who is listening to the class seriously, there are probably not many people listening, either playing mobile phones, wandering around the world, or simply lying on the table to sleep!

Finally, when it was time for recess, the dull classroom came alive.

The ideological and political teacher looked at the students, sighed and shook his head. He felt that one generation is not as good as the previous generation. Taking seats as an example, those who come early usually occupy the last row, and those who come late have to squeeze into the first row to compete with the previous generation. Standing in the first row is completely the opposite!

Besides the bell, when the class bell rings, the students will not play; when the get out of class bell rings, the students will be beaten like chicken blood!

The ideological and political teacher came down from the podium to see that he couldn't control the students. After walking around the classroom twice, he saw a boy playing a game: "Student, bring your phone."

Of course, the boy who was playing the game refused to hand over his mobile phone, but the other party was a lecturer, and his hand was stretched out in front of him, and he had already taken the podium.

Then, the ideological and political teacher buckled the mobile phone on the table of the podium, and the projector magnified the screen, not playing the PPT, but the game screen.

"In my class in the future, if anyone plays with pesticides, I will do so." The ideological and political teacher put the mobile phone on it for this purpose.

In the game, the little short leg was dumbfounded, standing where he was, and after being killed by someone jumping over the tower, he was in a daze in the spring water.

Looking at his record, it is 10-1-13, which is a rhythm to be super god, but unfortunately...he was hung up.

Lin Wu felt sorry for that boy, he suffered the same thing as she did last night, she couldn't help tilting her head, trying to see who the unlucky guy was from the crowd, and found out it was... the squad leader!
　Because it's dual-reading, and I have to go to work again, my time and energy are exhausted, and I feel my body is hollowed out... When I finish another book, the number of updates for this book will definitely come up!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)