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All Han Jingjing's plans were wasted at once.

She gritted her teeth in anger and looked down at the book. No matter how she looked, she felt annoying, and suddenly picked up the pen and slid a lot on the book.

The girl next to her exclaimed when she saw it: "Han Jingjing, what's wrong with you?"

Han Jingjing realized that he had lost his composure, put down his pen and closed the book: "It's okay... The teacher is here, let's go to class."

Rongyan sat in the front row and heard what Han Jingjing said to the girl behind her. She curled her lips and smiled, wanting to embarrass her, but she looked at who was not good-looking on her face.

In a class, my face was very confident in listening and my notes were made neatly and cleanly.

After the class, the female teacher who taught them to appreciate Chinese classical literature took up the notes of her face and looked at them. She said with satisfaction: "The notes are made very well. Do you usually like classical literature?"

My face was a little sweaty. Although I had heard a lot of classes from this teacher, this was the first time I chatted with her: "Well, I like it more than foreign literature."

The teacher asked her: "What is the most important aspect, poetry or prose?"

Rongyan thought for a while: "I prefer Han Fu."

The female teacher's eyes lit up, "Is that true? Nowadays, few people like Han Fu, but I didn't expect you to like it too. So which one do you like?"

Rongyan felt a little furious. This teacher was usually steady and steadily, and she was the kind of master who came from a scholarly family. She suddenly expressed this kind of appearance that I want to communicate with you and discuss Han Fu well, which made Rongyan feel a little panicked.

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Because she thought she knew something, compared with this teacher who specializes in classical literature, she must be showing off her skills. If she continues to talk, everyone will probably be laughing at her.

Fortunately, the get out of class ended soon after that. Some of the questions asked by the teacher were all answered by Rong Yan.

The teacher heard the bell after class and remembered it and said to Rongyan with regret: "Let's discuss it in the next class. I will bring you a book I recently published specifically for studying Chinese fu."

Rongyan quickly stood up: "Okay, thank you teacher."

When the fanatical Chinese Fu hobby teacher was sent away, his face wiped the sweat from his head.

The next class is about to change the classroom, Rongyan picked up her bag and went to the toilet first.

As a result, when I came out, I happened to meet Han Jingjing coming in intimately with a girl's arm. After seeing her face, she deliberately turned her head aside.

His face remained unchanged as if he had never seen them at all. He walked past them indifferently, washed his hands, took out a tissue, wiped the water beads on his hands, threw them into the trash can, and left.

After Rongyan left, the girl with Han Jingjing asked her curiously: "Han Jingjing, you have a quarrel with Rongyan. Are you good with her? Why don't anyone talk to you today?"

Han Jingjing gritted her teeth, and the arrogant and indifferent appearance of her face hurt her self-esteem.

She said angrily: "What's good? We've never been good. I'm just a little maid. I didn't understand it before, but now I've seen it clearly. I don't want to be a maid anymore and make it boring."

The girl with her moved the corners of her mouth: "Uh, okay..."

After class the whole morning, Rong Yan sat with Han Jingjing without any interaction.

During the morning meal, Rongyan was still alone. After making a meal, she found a table without anyone to sit down, and started eating by herself.