The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 83 Please, This Is In Class
Song Xiaoqiao ran into the school angrily, entered the classroom, and took out her mobile phone.

There was nothing on it all the time, she almost cursed, but fortunately she stopped in time.

This class is advanced mathematics, the whole classroom is full of seats, who has the guts to miss the advanced mathematics class.

Finally, halfway through the class, I saw a figure flash past the window.

Song Xiaoqiao saw it from the corner of her eye, and she felt a little familiar, but when she looked over, she didn't find anything unusual, so she focused on the blackboard.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door, and a hint of displeasure flashed across the teacher's face.

"Dong dong——" the knock on the door continued, and the high mathematics teacher dropped the handout and walked over.

In the entire classroom, except for a few who took the opportunity to quickly make up the notes that had not been fully memorized before, everyone else followed the high mathematics teacher and looked towards the door, including Song Xiaoqiao.

The door creaked open, Song Xiaoqiao casually glanced over, but was blocked by the high math teacher.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your class." A small voice came in, and then I saw the high math teacher walking out, and I heard her laughter.

Song Xiaoqiao rubbed her ears, isn't she, her eyesight is not good, the high math teacher actually laughed?

Those who felt the same way as her accounted for more than half of the people, and they whispered incessantly.

Although I usually don't like to gossip, but when I meet a high math teacher like this, even Song Xiaoqiao becomes curious.

Who the hell is that outside the door that can make her laugh like that.

A few minutes seemed like a long time. When all the students were looking forward to it, scratching their heads and scratching their heads, the high math teacher came in.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't take her eyes off, and followed everyone's eyesteps. When she saw the smile outside the door, Song Xiaoqiao's face turned red instantly as if struck by lightning.

Professor Lin waved at her, made a gesture of looking at the phone, and walked away with a smile.

It doesn't matter if she leaves, the whole classroom is boiling with it.

Fortunately, with so many people, it is estimated that no one could figure out to whom Professor Lin did the series of actions just now, which made Song Xiaoqiao feel a little relieved.

But before she came up in one breath, she saw the high mathematics teacher walking towards her with a thermos bucket.

For a moment, Song Xiaoqiao felt that she didn't know what to do.

"Xiao Qiao, Professor Lin boiled it himself, so you can make up for it. Remember to drink it after class. By the way, drink it up." The high mathematics teacher put the thermos bucket in front of Song Xiaoqiao and said with a smile. , and immediately became the original appearance again.

"Keep going."

Whispering suddenly disappeared, all Song Xiaoqiao heard was her own heartbeat.

She lowered her head, not knowing where to look.

The high math teacher continued with the class as if she hadn't noticed her.

Song Xiaoqiao can assure you that if it was normal, she would have been called out and given a training.

After all, this teacher is famous for his strictness.

Come on, it's class, ahh, she's going crazy.

From time to time, someone cast their eyes over, even if Song Xiaoqiao didn't look at it, she could still feel it.

Cheng Yan, who was sitting not far from her, looked at the thermos and Song Xiaoqiao's reaction. He knew that it would be difficult for him to concentrate on class.

After a class was finally over, Song Xiaoqiao exhaled and wanted to stand up, but watched the high math teacher come again.

"Little Qiao, drink it while it's hot."

Song Xiaoqiao nodded quickly, "Okay."

"Drink now."

God, do you want to do this.

Helpless, Song Xiaoqiao had no choice but to open the thermos.

Seeing that it was full of chicken soup and red dates and goji berries floating on it, she really wanted to find a hole to drill.

Unfortunately, she couldn't.

Needless to say, she was already surrounded by the eyes of all the students.

But if she doesn't drink, then the high math teacher can't leave.

Hey, Duan Xiu, I was hurt badly by you.

Song Xiaoqiao picked up the chicken soup and solved it as quickly as she could. When she put down the thermos, she saw the high math teacher showing a satisfied smile.

"Okay, now I can do my job." The high mathematics teacher left with a smile.

But Song Xiaoqiao couldn't leave.

A few minutes later, she was not surrounded by eyes, but everyone she knew and didn't know surrounded her.

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, tell me quickly, what is your relationship with Professor Lin, are you relative?"

"Impossible, if it's a relative, it's impossible to start sending it now."

"Hurry up, I'm so anxious."

Ten people have ten mouths, and six or seventy people have sixty or seventy mouths.

All of a sudden, various questions rang in Song Xiaoqiao's ears.

Song Xiaoqiao quickly covered the thermos, put it in a bag, picked up her book and was about to go out, but she couldn't move even an inch.

"Xiao Qiao, tell me quickly, are you a relative?"

Relatives, does that count?
Seeing Song Xiaoqiao's distressed face, Cheng Yan squeezed over directly.

"get out of class is over, why are you crowded here? If you don't leave, let the high math teacher deduct your credits."

"Hey, don't, just talk if you have something to say."

"No, Cheng Yan, it's none of your business, could it be—"

When Song Xiaoqiao heard this, she quickly stopped, "Okay, okay, I said I said it's not okay, it's a relative."

That's all for now.

"Then what kind of relative, is it far away, can I get it in the scope of the exam next time?" Someone began to ask the bottom line.

Song Xiaoqiao made a silent gesture, "Shh, it's okay, it's not too far away, but don't even think about the scope of the exam, anyone who asks me will turn my face off."

"Don't ask, don't ask."

As soon as they heard that they had turned their faces, everyone quickly dispersed.

The people around here are basically from the same department, and these are the top students in their various disciplines, who wants to make fun of their own studies.

Song Xiaoqiao can't be provoked by anyone, and of course Cheng Yan can't be provoked either.

That's a good second backup.

Seeing that the people had almost left, most of the redness on Song Xiaoqiao's face disappeared.

"Thank you just now."

Cheng Yan waved his hands, "You're welcome, they're just curious, so don't blame them."

"Well, I didn't expect it either, this is the first time." Song Xiaoqiao said.

"Then, are you really relatives?" Cheng Yan asked in a low voice, and after asking, he felt a little sorry, "Of course, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to force it."

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, "It's okay, they are relatives, not far or near, let's go to the library."

"Are you sure you want to go to the library?" Cheng Yan said worriedly.

Song Xiaoqiao thought for a while, "Go, of course, if they like to gossip, go and gossip."

After entering the library, Song Xiaoqiao quickly sank into the book.

On the contrary, Cheng Yan looked up at her from time to time, and he was relieved when he saw that she was no longer affected by this incident.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Xiaoqiao put down her book and pushed down her glasses.

"By the way, the department encourages everyone to join clubs. Which one do you want to join?" Cheng Yan asked in a low voice when Song Xiaoqiao was about to leave.

Song Xiaoqiao glanced at him, "Which one are you going to participate in?"

"What about you?"

Judging by Cheng Yan's appearance, he probably hasn't chosen yet. Song Xiaoqiao looked around, but no one came over. She whispered, "I'm going to join the comic club."

"Okay, I'll go too." Cheng Yan said immediately.

I knew that this guy was not chosen well.

Song Xiaoqiao stood up with a smile, and when she turned around, she saw Gu Qi walking towards him with a thick stack of leaflets in his hand.

(End of this chapter)