Chapter 322

Fu Zhiyan is a visiting professor with only one class a week.

On Wednesday, the classroom was packed.

When Han Xiaoye went, there was no seat left. He was occupied by other classes or grades. Jiangning apologized to her and said that today is Yang Xin's position. Yang Xin thought that she would not come, so she did not occupy her position. He hesitated to give her his seat. Han Xiaoye who can sit her position let her stand up, pushed a few times, pressed her to the seat.

There are many people who want to come to Fu Zhiyan's class. Many of them don't occupy a place, and the back is full of people. Han Xiaoye stands in the corner, pinches his backpack strap tightly, and unconsciously stares at the direction of the classroom door.

It's been almost a week.

Since he asked her to eat that day and she ignored him, Fu Zhiyan never spoke to her again.

To be exact, there was no chance to talk to her at all. sleep

Han Xiaoye felt that he was deliberately hiding from her and didn't want to see her at all, so even when he came back every night, she didn't fall asleep and she didn't open the door to go out.

He didn't want to see her, and she didn't want to be bored.

Having said that, she couldn't help thinking that she had not seen him for a week.

I really want to see him and listen to him. Even if he ignores her, it doesn't matter.

She herself knows that it's too humiliating, but like a person, it's really not shame, shame can be controlled. Even if the heart knows that there is no dignity, but it can't help but think, even dream.

Will go to think at that time did not have the stubborn temper to talk back with him, again forbearance one forbearance was good.

But she knew that her temper must be unbearable.

Still can't help but talk back to him, or would rather he didn't want to see him, also want to block that tone. She sometimes felt that God was deliberately abusing her, but also to make her like Fu Zhiyan, like to death, but also to her damned face.

That's why there's the saying "die to face, live to suffer"!

Han Xiaoye's heart is crawling with ants, staring at the door anxiously, and can't help looking at his mobile phone.

Class is about to begin. Fu Zhiyan has not come yet.

Will he... Not come to class?

Han Xiaoye thinks it is very possible.

He didn't want to see her and went to the company. It's normal that he didn't come to class.

Fu Zhiyan doesn't come

Her heart can not stop the loss, there is a kind of faint depression.

The bell finally rang, and the noisy classroom was quiet. Everyone was staring at the door.

About the moment the bell stopped, a slender figure appeared at the door.

It's been a week. He's more beautiful. Which afraid of a cold face, or can't stop the pink bubbles in the classroom.

Han Xiaoye can't help but sweep around the girls who are obviously deliberately dressed, a little taste.

man these man

Fu Zhiyan opened the notebook on the platform, opened the PPT for class, and raised his head. Glanced at the classroom, saw a group of people standing behind, frowned slightly invisible.

It's just a little bit, a lot of people didn't notice.

Han Xiaoye noticed.

man

Fu Zhiyan is not happy.

Why are you unhappy when you see the back?

Because of her?

Her heart contracted, she took a breath and raised her chin. You don't want to see her, do you? You're not happy to see her, are you? She would raise her head to let him see clearly!

"I'll call the roll before class. Those who have called their names will answer. Those who have not called their names will go out The extreme indifference.

There was a howl below.

"Professor Fu, people want to listen to your class very much. If you come half an hour in advance, let's listen to it, OK?"

"Yes, yes, make it easy."

"Professor Fu..."

man

Some people who didn't have a name took the initiative to leave, and some tried to make a final struggle.

Han Xiaoye's heart beats like a drum.

One name after another, she couldn't help pinching the strap of the bag.

Dong, Dong, Dong

Seeing that all the people in the class had finished ordering, before her turn, she could not help biting her mouth

The man on the platform put down the list, raised his head and touched his thin lips, "Han Xiaoye."

There was silence all around——

She was just about to say that.

See him to move a vision, hang Mou, "oneself find a position to sit down." With that, I began to give a lecture.

So cold

Han Xiaoye flew to the heart of the mid air, plop on the ground, almost broken.

Because those without names have gone out, many places have been vacant in the classroom. She found a seat in the back corner, sat down and took out the book from her bag.

man

For the first time, Fu Zhiyan wore a light colored sweater with a slightly larger collar. When he leaned over to use the mouse, he could see the clavicle. man

Han Xiaoye stares at him. He's almost absorbed.

Suddenly I saw the man on the platform stop and look at her. Pause for two seconds, suitable for kissing thin lips moved, "penultimate row of the leftmost girl, what is finance?"

"Shua --" the people in the classroom turned around in unison.

Han Xiaoye stood up foolishly, "..."

What is finance?

How does she know what finance is?

Fu Zhiyan jumped his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips and repeated the question just now, "last class, I said that finance is not only a subject of economics for us. So, combined with what I just said, what do you think finance is? "

Han Xiaoye looked as if nothing had happened to him, and then he mentioned the last class. His heart suddenly burst into flames, and he said, "I'm sorry, Professor Fu, I didn't enter the classroom last class, so I don't know."

Fu Zhiyan's chagrin flashed through his eyes. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "sit down."