Rebirth of the Playboy I

Chapter 37
"Students, let me briefly introduce the development history of ancient Chinese literature..."

When the old professor started to give a lecture, Zhou Xingyun focused on the beautiful girl beside him in order to prevent the attack of sleepy gods.

Long black and straight, he likes it;
He likes the delicate oval face;
Slender waist, he likes it;
Straight and long legs, he likes it.

It seems to be on par with Li Yan-senpai, except that the chest is not so obvious, but it is still A+, so I can't be too picky, right?

The appearance is different, and each has its own merits.

"Students in the second row and first column from the right, please tell me which four are the four great classics of the Ming Dynasty?"

Adjusting his glasses, the old professor nodded to the classmate sitting in the front row who was distracted.

He deserted in the first class, is his class that bad?

"what happened?"

Suddenly feeling a touch on his foot, Zhou Xingyun stared at the girl beside him suspiciously.

"The student in the second row and first column from the right."

"Ah."

The old professor's voice came from his ear, following the charming eyes of the beautiful eyebrow, Zhou Xingyun glanced at the stage casually, and found that the old professor's gaze was heading in his direction.

Apparently, it was him.

After quickly scanning the geographical location around him, Zhou Xingyun immediately stood up, glanced at the four words Meimei just wrote on the white paper beside him at an incomparable speed, and replied casually: "The four classic classics of our country "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms," "Water Margin," "Journey to the West," and "A Dream of Red Mansions."

Regarding this question, Zhou Xingyun sighed secretly about his good luck. Fortunately, he watched TV dramas a lot in his previous life.These masterpieces have been ravaged countless times by those unscrupulous directors, and even a five- or six-year-old child can report them.

This question, don't be too simple.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Just after answering, Zhou Xingyun, who was about to sit down, heard the sound of snickering from the whole classroom.

What the hell is this.

Seeing the girl next to her lower her head and couldn't bear to look at it, ten thousand grass and mud horses flew past Zhou Xingyun's head.

A girl sitting in the classroom covered her forehead even more. She wondered if this classmate had stayed with her brother for a long time, infected the nerves of the idiot, and even gave the wrong answer that the kid knew.

"This student still has a little basic knowledge, but half a hundred miles away, the basic skills of literature should be strengthened, please ask the students next to me to answer for you."

For this student who dared to enter the classroom with the bell ringing and was distracted within 10 minutes of class, the old professor felt sorry for the failure of steel.

Students majoring in Chinese language don't even know the four great classics of the Ming Dynasty, which is simply an insult to the brand of Ming University.

If it wasn't for the fact that he is getting older and more skillful in nourishing qi, the old professor would have wished to get the disgrace of the Chinese major out of the classroom right now.

"The four major classics in my country are Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Outlaws of the Marsh, Journey to the East, and Dream of Hegemony."

Standing up, Su Qiuying's soft voice rang in the boy's ear.

I went.

Like bells and drums ringing in my ears, Zhou Xingyun just remembered the great changes in history more than 300 years ago. The "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" before that node are still there, and the subsequent "Journey to the West" and "Dream of Red Mansions" naturally lost their existence. soil.

But what the hell are "Journey to the East" and "Dream of Overlord"?

"Okay, please sit down. Let's talk about these four masterpieces next."

Without continuing to stimulate the student, the old professor continued with the class.

Sitting down, Zhou Xingyun rarely listened to the old professor's class, and finally knew the ins and outs of the two masterpieces before dozing off, and the time for a class came quietly.

"Journey to the East" was recorded by the legendary King of Dongtai when he traveled around the world when he was young. "Dream of Overlord" was written by Xu Zhongwen, the father of the country more than a hundred years ago, after returning from studying abroad. Pay attention, the sky is rising, and he is in charge of the Ming Dynasty, which kicks off the economic and technological reform of the Ming Dynasty.

As for the previous embarrassment, Zhou Xingyun, who has been bragging for a long time, didn't take it to heart at all.

The word shy has disappeared from his dictionary for a long time.

"Classmate Zhou, did you not have a good rest last night?"

Seeing Zhou Xingyun's drowsy appearance, Su Qiuying cared for her based on the principle of a classmate.

"fine."

Wiping his misty eyes, Zhou Xingyun smiled at the girl.He can't say that he wants to doze off when he reads a book, or sleepwalks when he listens to a lecture.

"This is for you. I just called and haven't drunk yet."

Seeing the boy's smile, Su Qiuying couldn't help but blushed, and handed over her own hot water bottle by accident.

When she realized it by herself, her face turned even redder, and she couldn't help lowering her head.

When she was in class before, how could she fail to notice the way the boy kept looking at her, it was so embarrassing.

"No, thanks."

Looking at the hot water bottle with a cartoon pattern, Zhou Xingyun could naturally guess that it was used by the other party himself, and he didn't want to let the wolves behind him see a joke in public.

He could even guess the sighs of the wolves when he refused.

As witty as he is, how can he let his crush be affected by gossip?

"Oh."

It was the first time that she gave her hot water bottle to another boy, but she was rejected by the other boy unexpectedly. While Su Qiuying breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a little uncomfortable.

In order to get a few more glimpses of the beautiful eyebrows, Zhou Xingyun had no intention of changing his position at all, and bravely continued to sit in the conspicuous position in the second row.

There were really not many vacancies in the back, and there were only a few seats left in other classes. The problem was that the female students next to them were not very worthy of the audience, so naturally Zhou Xingyun would not have the idea of ​​changing seats.

Perhaps because he was a little disappointed with this young man, the old professor didn't ask Zhou Xingyun to get up to answer questions in the next class, and Zhou Xingyun was also happy, looking at the girl beside him to rest.

Feeling the boy's undisguised eyes, Su Qiuying's heartbeat went from fast to slow, and she didn't know when it started to settle down.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Su Qiuying and Liang Qi walked out of the classroom, keeping their heads down and not saying a word to the boy from the beginning to the end.

"Xingyun, let's have lunch together."

"coming."

Since there was still class at [-]:[-] p.m., everyone had a casual meal in the canteen near the teaching building.

The name of Mingda canteen is very simple. The first canteen to No.12 canteen are contracted to twelve merchants respectively. While ensuring moderate prices, different flavors are fully considered.

Any Ming teacher or student who walks out of the school can proudly tell outsiders that in the canteen on the Ming University campus, you can eat the most common snacks in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Arrived in the large classroom in the afternoon, Zhou Xingyun hadn't returned to the embrace of the organization after all, the other nine people quickly occupied the last row, and he could only sit alone in the corner of the penultimate row.

However, at least it is a little closer to the organization, and it is also far away from the focus of the lecturer on the stage.

I don't know if it's because of good luck, but Zhou Xingyun actually sat next to his class, Shi Dapanhua. It seems that this child who listens to music with earplugs is not so serious about listening to the class.

"Zizzizi..."

"Hey."

Fortunately, he had the foresight to press mute. Zhou Xingyun saw that it was Brother Zhu's phone, and he picked it up and asked softly.

"Student, the auditorium, come quickly."

After connecting the phone, Zhu Yunshen said seven words, then hung up the phone neatly.

(End of this chapter)