Looking away, the professor obediently started his class.
"Dear students, the main content of our class is to comment on the task assigned to you last time, your architectural design drawings. Which student will show you yours first?"
Tong Yan's class was a big one, and the classroom he was sitting in accommodated hundreds of people. When the professor's voice sounded, the entire upper part of the huge classroom reverberated.
As soon as he finished speaking, several people confidently came to the podium with their own design drawings.
Tong Yan sat in her seat and listened quietly from beginning to end without participating in any interaction.
There are only a few books on her desktop, which should be all the courses she will take today. Unlike other students attending the class, there are design drawings on the desktop.
She didn’t bring any design work!
Shi Jinyang saw through it at a glance!
I just don’t know if she forgot to bring it or if she didn’t design it at all.
The class is still going on.
On the stage, several students finished their presentations, and the podium was returned to the previous professor.
"Which students are still willing to come up now?" The old professor wearing thick myopia glasses cleared his throat and asked again.
There was dead silence under the stage.
The wave of initiative had passed, and now no one came on stage.
"That can't be helped. Since everyone is not happy, I can only name names!" The old professor's eyes glanced at the faces in the scene. His eyes traveled around at an extremely slow speed, and finally settled on the place where It's a childlike face.
This is Paris, a city in a Western country. The students in the school are mainly Europeans with blond hair and blue eyes.
The childish face is the most eye-catching in both appearance and hair color. It is like a little red in the green bush, which is difficult for others to ignore.
Tong Yan's eyes met his, her calm expression changed slightly, and her back straightened.
The old professor stared at her for a long time, and the corners of his lips slowly moved, ready to call her name. Shi Jinyang, who was sitting a few rows behind Tong Yan, suddenly glanced at him with a cold and stern look.
Shi Jinyang's eyes were always gentle and gentle. However, once they became sharp, they were so cold that it could make one's bones tremble.
As soon as the professor's eyes met his, he felt the skin on his body hurt as if being pricked by needles, and the name he was about to blurt out was swallowed back.
After taking several deep breaths, the professor was helpless and changed his words, "The boy to the left of the black-haired student in the back came up and told everyone about his design!"
The boy who was called was helpless, holding the book and could only walk towards the podium in a depressed manner.
The old professor was sitting in the front row, listening to the other person's words with his thick eyes, thinking about what had just happened, and suddenly thought about this problem very much.
This is in the classroom, this is his home court, why should he be afraid of the gaze of a young boy
He was so angry that he stood up and pointed at Tong Yan. He suddenly said, "You, the one who didn't bring your work today, will be punished when you go back..."
What's the punishment? Before he finished speaking, Shi Jinyang in the back row glanced in his direction again.
Compared with the sharpness before, this time, his eyes turned into a sinister one.
The professor was in his fifties after all and had seen all kinds of scenes. However, when he glared at him, he suddenly became short of breath.
"You, you..." The hand pointing at Tong Yan trembled, and he just stared at her for a while, swallowing the unfinished words.