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"Elder martial brother."

"Well?"

"Elder martial brother."

"Well."

"Elder martial brother."

Su Mu Yang called for the third time, Luo Yibei finally covered his cheek with his left hand without a pen and laughed low.

Lin Ji, sitting on the right side of Luo Yi's north, looks like a ghost.

Didn't the two men have a fight last night? How come the atmosphere between two people changed today?

Is it true that he and these two people live in the same dormitory?

"That..." Lin Ji took a look at the teacher on the platform, made sure that the teacher did not notice them here, then gathered to Luo Yibei and Su Muyang.

Su Muyang, who was sitting on the left side of luoyibei, almost all of them were lying on the table in front of Luo Yibei, next to his left hand holding books to take notes.

Su Mu Yang smiles and looks at Lin Ji and lowers his voice.

"Well, Pang, what's the matter?"

It seems that the two people sitting in the middle of the conversation don't want to take notes.

"You didn't get beaten up last night, did you?" Lin Ji automatically ignored Luo Yibei, who had a strong sense of existence. "Or, Su Xiaodi, didn't you eat too much sweet potato last night, and your head went bad?"

Su Muyang has not started to speak, Luo Yibei first slapped Lin Ji's head step by step.

Lin Ji was shot by this "windfall" some concussion, for a time did not react to come over how to return a responsibility.

"Poo --"

Su Muyang suddenly lowered his head and put his face on the table and began to laugh. Luo Yibei, as if nothing had happened, was leaning close to Su Muyang, blocking Lin Ji's sight from seeing Su Muyang. His right hand was still on the table, taking notes lazily.

Just like he didn't slap Lin Jiyi.

The professor on the platform helped his glasses, looked at the list, and was ready to ask people to answer questions.

Lin Ji covered the back of his head and looked at Luo Yibei innocently, and called him pitifully: "Luoge..."

Focus on the double mark of Luo Yibei still indifferent face: "shut up."

Inexplicably lying gun Lin Ji felt that he was really too poor, Luo Yibei just thought Su Muyang a few words "elder martial brother" smile! Now you're so indifferent to him?

"Lin Ji."

The whole classroom is looking around, looking for Lin Ji's figure.

But Lin Ji himself also put on a pathetic expression to Luo Yibei.

On the podium, the professor scanned a large staircase classroom and repeated: "Lin Ji, class three, are you here?"

The cold Luo Yibei will not remind Lin Ji, so Su Muyang grabs Luo Yibei's shoulder to straighten Luo Yibei's side body, and then he sees Lin Ji through him.

"Fat brother, call you!"

And then Lin put on a face of grievance

Suddenly, the voice of the professor on the platform came from the loudspeaker.

"San ban Lin Ji, didn't you come?"

Lin Ji heard the sound, rubbed to stand up, muddled silly: "ah? teacher! I'm coming. What do you say

The whole class burst out laughing, Su Muyang directly side head to lean against Luo a North body rubbed twice.

Xu Tianxi in the back row was keen to capture the small movements between the two people and pushed down the pair of glasses that didn't exist on the bridge of his nose. The dark circles around his eyes made him have Conan's attachment for a moment.

The professor on the platform patted the microphone, pointed to the topic on the PPT, looked at Lin Ji, and said, "this problem, tell me your solution."

Lin Ji: "emmmmmm..."

Luo Yibei suddenly patted Su Muyang's head and showed him his solution.

Su Muyang lowered his voice: "elder martial brother, why?"

Luo Yibei kneaded his head before taking back his hand. "The teacher is likely to ask you to get up later. You can have a look at the problem-solving process and thinking."

On one side stood Lin Ji, who was thinking hard

After reading for a long time, he didn't see why he came. Lin Ji resolutely bowed his head to admit his mistake, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand."

The professor didn't seem to want to argue with him. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, held the microphone and pointed to Su Muyang, who sat in the same style with Luo Yibei.

"The student next to you, the one with blue coat, just you, get up and answer."

Su Muyang pointed to himself, "me?"

The professor nodded. "Yes, you, that's you. Come on."

Fortunately, Su Muyang saw Luo Yibei's problem-solving ideas in advance, and his memory and understanding were also good, so he immediately put the problem-solving ideas and answers out.

The professor looked at Su Muyang, nodded with satisfaction, and then picked up the list, "which class is this student from? I'll take notes. "

Su Muyang:

Lin Jiqi, who made a fool of himself in public just now, yelled: "class three! Sumiyan

There was another low laugh in the whole classroom.Lin Ji "hey hey" smile, originally want to turn to see, must be a helpless smile Su Muyang, did not expect to on a piece of writing "do you want to die" four big characters of Luo Yibei's face.

Lin Ji:

He felt a sense of suffocation. If Luo Yibei came to pinch him in the next second, he thought there was nothing impossible.

The professor on the platform browsed through the list of a class: "no! Is sumiyan? "

Su Mu Yang reluctantly scratched his head, smiling at the teacher, "sorry, teacher, I'm 17."

Su Muyang's voice fell, Lin Ji called out with a "ah" voice.

Professor: "this classmate, what can I do for you?"

Step on the foot of Lin Ji took back, Lin Ji bit his teeth: "teacher, I have nothing to do..."