His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Lingzhi walked over and shook Shi Lejing gently: "Jingjing, why are you still up and going to class."

Xie Lejing yawned and opened her eyes in a daze: "Oh, I stayed up late yesterday and finished reading a novel. I was so sleepy, what time is it now?"

Jiang Lingzhi took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time: "It's 8 o'clock."

Shi Lejing yawned again and sat up from the bed: "Get up, wait for me for another 5 minutes."

She wore slippers and walked into the bathroom in a daze.

Jiang Lingzhi sat down at the desk, picked up a book in his hand and flipped through it casually, waiting for them to be together.

Meng Junyao also just stopped when Xeroxing finished washing and walking out of the bathroom.

The three of them went out together holding books.

This is an open class, and the classroom is also a large classroom.

They arrived late, and only the back seats were left when they arrived.

Meng Junyao cares very much about her image and has to get up early every day to put on makeup.

Jiang Lingzhi and Shi Lejing both face the sky.

The former is not interested in makeup, the latter is because of too lazy.

Three people took their seats in the second-to-last row.

Meng Junyao glanced at them: "You two are not too particular about it."

She pointed to the girl in front of her: "Look at it. Now that you are in college, which girl is not an exquisite living girl, dressed in a gorgeous dress, let's look at you again."

Xerox sat in the middle of the meditation session, apparently still not sober, lying on the table: "What are you so particular about? There is no boyfriend anyway."

Meng Junyao smiled and said, "If you have a boyfriend, you don't care about it."

Shi Lejing glanced at Jiang Lingzhi, who had a boyfriend, and thought thoughtfully: "But it is, anyway, I already have a boyfriend, so why are you so particular about doing?"

Meng Junyao: "..."

You don't have to be particular about it anyway.

Meng Junyao couldn't help laughing: "You are lazy."

The teacher walked in from the front of the classroom, and the classroom gradually became quiet.

They are sitting in the penultimate row at the back.

The teacher opened the roster and soon began to roll the names.

When Jiang Lingzhi reached Jiang Lingzhi, Jiang Lingzhi raised his hand and answered.

The back door of the classroom.

A man walked in with a cat waist, wearing sports short sleeves and sports trousers, wearing a peaked cap, and sat down in the last row.

The roll call is not over yet, everyone thought it was just a late classmate, and didn't attract the attention of others.

Jiang Lingzhi was leaning on the back of his chair, preparing for the lesson seriously, and suddenly felt that his hair was gently pulled down.

She thought it was accidentally pulled by a classmate behind, and did not look back.

After a while, the hair was gently pulled down again.

It was accidental once, but it was a bit too much twice, classmate.

Jiang Lingzhi frowned, put down the pen in his hand, and couldn't help but glance back.

The man behind his cap was pressed a little lower, his head was propped with one hand, and he looked a bit boring.

Seeing her turning his head, the man smiled at her: "What a coincidence."

Lin Beiyu.

Jiang Lingzhi was taken aback for a moment, thinking of what they had talked about earlier, he seemed to be from the Department of Literature.

Jiang Lingzhi glanced at him and noticed that everyone else was attending the class. She lowered her voice, "Why are you here?"

Lin Beiyu lifted the brim of his hat up and down, and looked at her with a smile: "Come on."

Jiang Lingzhi felt inexplicable: "Then what are you doing by pulling my hair?"

Lin Beiyu touched his nose, as if thinking about the reason, he cleared his throat: "I just want to ask you if you have any extra pens, lend me one."