Reborn: My Girlfriend Is A Paranoid

After class, everyone who was looking at their phones put down their phones, turned on their computers, and then looked at their phones again.

After the teacher entered the classroom, he didn't say anything. He stood on the stage and glanced at the number of people in the classroom before sitting down and doing his own thing.

The teacher didn't say exactly what to do because he had said it last week.

The data they went to a Yi family to measure last week is what they are going to draw now.

Xie Shu opened their penguin dormitory group and found the record pictures of the relevant data uploaded by them last week in the group. He also concentrated on drawing the picture, shifting his eyes from the mobile phone to the computer without looking anywhere.

In this way, almost half of the class passed.

Apart from turning on the mobile phone to look at the data of the group album from time to time, Xie Shu was so focused on the computer that he didn't even notice that Su Qianyi, who was in the same row with him, would turn his head to look at him quietly from time to time.

Su Qianyi wouldn't stare at him all the time, she almost always looked away in a panic as soon as she saw Xie Shu's side face, for fear that she would be discovered if she peeked, and it was also because she didn't stare at Xie Shu for a long time Look at Shu, Xie Shu didn't notice her all this time.

After sitting for half a class, the teacher on the stage got up and looked around the classroom. He saw that most of the students were still at the beginning of their progress, and many of them even drew a few lines. Every class is fishing.

Because he was worried that they would not be able to hand in all their homework within the stipulated time, the teacher reminded them: "Don't fish, draw as much as you can in class, and we will lose two weeks of class in this class." , if you don’t hurry up to draw now, you will catch up later.”

Hearing that the course would take two weeks less, many students were curious and asked the teacher what was going on.

Even if you count the May Day holiday, it’s just a week’s class missing. In the few days after the sports meeting later this week, if you don’t have this class, it doesn’t count.

Where did two weeks come from?

"You guys still have to go out to sketch after your vacation," the teacher explained.

"!!!"

"Didn't you write about your life in your sophomore year? How come there are still?"

"I seem to have heard it said in the previous class that our college has to sketch two or three times. The school didn't mention it in the first half of our junior year. I thought the rules had changed, but I didn't expect it to still happen."

"Sketching is also counted as credits. It is also a professional course. The course of sketching should be arranged in advance. How can it conflict with other professional courses?"

The teacher waited for the students below to discuss for a while before explaining slowly.

The sketching in the junior year was originally arranged in the last semester, but around the time when I was going to sketch in the last semester, the school flu broke out. Many students in the school were worried about infecting others after getting sick, so they asked for leave and went back.

At that time, it wasn't just their school, other schools and many people in the society were recruited. The school didn't know when the disease would recover. Anyway, for safety reasons, sketching was cancelled.

Sketching counts as credit, and it is impossible not to take this course, so several teachers discussed together in the second half of the semester, calculated the time, and finally set sketching after May Day.

Because there is one more course this semester, the schedule will still be a bit crowded no matter what.

"When you come back from the holiday on May 1st, you won't be able to take it back for a while, so some of our teachers discussed that we should just take you out to sketch during that time, and you should take it back when you come back."

The teacher sat down while talking, and after sitting down, he said again: "Actually, the sports meeting was brought forward, and the school moved it forward to take care of our college."

"???"

"There are a few leaders in our school who know that we are going to do sketching in the future of our major. They are worried that you will miss the sports meeting, so they specifically told the school leaders about it. After a meeting, they decided to advance the sports meeting. How about it? Is it very nice to you? Okay?" The more the teacher said, the more he wanted to laugh.

Everyone: "..."

Then they thank you...

In the back, those who wanted to touch the fish, couldn't do it anymore, quit the game from the computer background one after another, and resigned to their fate to draw CAD.

"Damn it, I just said that the two weeks of last semester were so fun. There wasn't a single class. I thought it was the school's conscience that found out that it deliberately left us a few weeks in between for us to have fun. I didn't expect it to be like this!"

"Don't touch it, don't touch it, CAD, start!"

"Fuck Xie Shu, how did you do it so fast! Where did all this go!!"

Liu Ping put down his phone cursingly, and then turned his head to glance at the progress of the people around him. He saw that everyone's progress was similar to his. Before he could relax, he turned his head and saw the picture on Xie Shu's computer, and almost collapsed.

How could his kid move so fast!

This is only the first class, why does he draw so much at once!

When the people around heard Liu Ping's voice, they turned their heads to look at Xie Shu's computer.

Xie Shu was only distracted for a few seconds before concentrating on drawing again.

I haven't drawn such a simple design after graduation in my previous life. Doesn't it just need hands?

Suddenly there was a paper king in the class, and everyone couldn't sit still. Originally, they wanted to open the small window and watch the live broadcast while drawing, but now they were in no mood.

For the rest of the time, the only sound left in the classroom was the sound of everyone typing on the keyboard.

After class, Xie Shu sent a message to Ruan Nianxi to explain that she was busy, and then turned to the computer intently.

Concentrate on finishing the homework first, and then spend the rest of the time with your wife.

But before he was serious, someone came and interrupted him.

It was the monitor of their class, he sat on the seat in front of Xie Shu, turned around and talked to him: "Xie Shu, I..."

"Not participating." Xie Shu preemptively struck.

"I haven't said that yet!"

"Then you go first."

"It's like this. Yesterday we told the leaders of the school what we thought, and they thought it was okay. The students and teachers of several other majors also had no objections. Now we are short of a few people to go up and perform."

"so?"

"Hey, listen to me first, because our program has to take into account people's figure and temperament, and you also know that there are several majors in our college, with four or five classes for each major, and the performance and other things are performed by the college." It’s not too many people, one or two students from each major and each class is almost enough.”

"Then you came to see me?"

"Well, the other classes are all girls signing up, and there are too few boys. Then let's think about the candidates for our class. After thinking about it, you are the only one who is more qualified. How about it, should you go?"

"So I said from the beginning, I won't participate." Xie Shu still refused.

He knew that every time he approached him, there would be no good. He also had a hunch just now, so he immediately refused.

Why are you talking so much later?

Both of them were silent for a few seconds, and the class leader said again: "Xie Shu, we can't let other classes think that there are no handsome guys in our class, right?"

"I can't help you if you don't have confidence in yourself. Besides, there is no gender requirement. You can find girls. Aren't there many beautiful girls in our class?"

"...As stipulated, we have five professional classes, with three girls and two boys. Girls in other classes have registered in advance, and only our class is left, and only boys are left. So you have to Stop thinking about it?"

"I don't want to think about it."

He has participated in things like this to win glory for the collective in the past two years, so he will give the opportunity to others this year.