For a time, in the entire large classroom, only Zefeng's magnetic and clear voice appeared. Everyone put down the movements in their hands and listened to his lectures intently.
As for some of the girls, they are already fascinated by his serious and cold temperament, holding their faces in both hands, looking obsessed.
"This problem is like this, next..."
Zefeng put his hand in his pocket, and simply explained the whole problem coherently, regardless of whether he understood it or not, he glanced at the stage, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes that were not angry and pretentious looked at each person's face quickly. In the past, he asked: "Does anyone not understand?"
Almost subconsciously, everyone shook their heads quickly after they came into contact with this gaze, unanimously, and replied in unison, even better than the pupils: "No!"
"Very good, next, self-study!"
All the students breathed a sigh of relief when his words fell, and secretly wiped out their cold sweat.
Being a student of Zefeng is a bit good, but also a bit bad.
Because he himself is lazy, he never teaches a second time. Therefore, a group of students, except for some of them who have a natural understanding ability, deliberately choose his girls in order to see Zefeng's appearance. The rest is for laziness, because Zefeng finishes the lecture, the remaining time is the free time of the students.
Zefeng knocked on the table boredly, took out the phone from his pocket, and was about to ask why she didn't come to class, and suddenly felt like her trousers were being pulled off by something.
Ok
He raised his eyebrows, a trace of surprise appeared under his eyes, and he looked down and only took a look. When the figure appeared in his pupils, he almost didn't stretch-
Wei quietly!
In the classroom, there are many girls who secretly follow him. This Zefeng has long been used to it, but at this moment, it has become an especially embarrassing thing.
He touched his nose and played with a pen expressionlessly. His slender fingers clamped the pen to the tip of his finger and turned around, and then pretended to accidentally touch the pen.
In this way, he could finally squat openly and stare at the girl hiding under the desk.
"What are you doing here?" Ze Feng raised his forehead, compared his mouth, and did not spit out a sound.
Su Kui had been squatting down for half a class, and her legs were numb at this time, but she couldn't hide the excitement on Qiao's face.
She took out a few pieces of white paper from her arms, pointed at them, and then pulled them apart one by one in front of Ze Feng's eyes.
[Today's thing is that I muster a lot of courage to do it, so don't laugh at me! 】
Ze Feng's eyebrows and heart beat, vaguely aware of something, his thin lips pursed, but he did not speak, but his expression became serious.
Seeing that he did not refuse, Su Kui continued to draw another one.
[Thank you very much for giving me love again. 】
[Thank you for taking me home. 】
[I really don’t know what to do without you, thank you for your company! 】
When I got this one, Su Kui's eye sockets turned red too much. Perhaps in Zefeng's eyes, the phrase "accompaniment" only refers to this life. In Su Kui's place, it is for generations and generations. Never give up.
When it comes to feelings, it's not that deep.
[There may be a lie to what you have said, but the sentence of loving you is true. 】
That line of words kept magnifying in front of Ze Feng's eyes, so that he couldn't keep up with anything unrelated to Su Kui in his mind.
He saw the girl's nervous hands trembling, but his stubborn eyes looked straight at him.