Chapter 1161

Smell star eyes shake up a little smile, buried in reading books.

LAN Cang's downfall played a role. No one dared to speak any more, but even if they could not talk about it, just looking at this pleasant face, they also felt that they could eat two more bowls of rice at noon.

He began his class. This class is about how to describe the environment in French and ask about the information of activities. His voice is elegant, and his teaching method is simple and profound. The more difficult knowledge points are explained by him and become easy to understand.

Smell star shape if listen carefully, actually secretly take out an extra-curricular reading material, board a good student's face, see into a fan.

When she was 18 years old, she spoke French very well. The reason why she applied for this major was that there were few students and she wanted to be quiet.

A class soon finished, time just arrived, even if LAN Cang is talking about this knowledge point is only half, he did not have any worries, decisively one book.

"Class is over."

With that, he suddenly went to the stage and knocked on the table where he heard the stars.

Dudu.

Hearing the innocent rising of the star, "what's the matter?"

"In the future, you will be my representative in French class."

She blinked, "but there are no classes in college to represent that."

Blue Cang turns around, elegant voice line and his overbearing words form a strong contrast, "my class, I decide."

“……”

It's very willful.

She helped to help glasses, clever should come down, "good Cang teacher."

Don't think she doesn't know. He's trying to do something for himself.

Blue Cang walked a few steps, suddenly turned around and asked, "what's your name?"

"The stars, the stars of the stars."

Smell?

LAN Cang is thoughtful. He remembers that his father has a brother named Wen.

Although Wen's surname is rare, it's not uncommon. He doesn't care much.

LAN Cang nodded, stretched his arm, and said to the students, "I forgot to say that. Everyone will write an essay in class, and give it to Wen Xing tomorrow. Wen Xing will give it to me before noon."

After explaining, he left the classroom in no hurry.

As soon as he left, the quiet room became noisy again.

Zhao Mengmeng said with a smile, "Congratulations, little star. You started earlier than us in the pursuit of male god!"

Aware of the jealous eyes of many young students, Wen sighed, a little helpless, "your brain hole is too big, right? He asked me to be a class representative just because I was good at French. Didn't you hear that he didn't even know my name? "

Originally, the girls who were not angry felt that what she said seemed reasonable.

Wen Xing was admitted to Fenghua with the first grade in that year, and he was a worthy scholar.

As for the thesis, it's too small for her. It only takes 15 minutes for her to write a brilliant thesis. She has time to help Zhao Mengmeng polish it.

The next morning, Wen Xing arrived at the classroom and began to collect the papers.

When we received more than half of them, the problem came.

"I didn't write it!" How can you hold me high.

In addition, more than a dozen people who didn't hand them in also voiced one after another, "I didn't write either!"

Wen Xing shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother to say a word. He just raised his voice and yelled, "is there anyone else who wants to hand in the paper?"

No response.

Without hesitation, she turned around and left.

Qi Rou is worried. She shouldn't have reacted like this.

"Wen Xing, what do you mean, class means you do it?"