"... yes." the person across the phone paused and replied.
After Tong Xianzhou hung up the phone, the person opposite the phone took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. In other words, they didn't use it that way, did they?
At least it's also the secret force of the Tong family. After being handed over to the young master, he was summoned twice. He checked the information of the man named Yutao for the first time and his whereabouts for the second time.
What a hammer!
I feel completely overused.
However, the last time I checked the data of Yutao, it seemed that the other party's parents were university professors and archaeologists.
Although such a family is also very good, the resistance they received when checking the whereabouts of Yutao is definitely not a force that such a family can have.
It seems that this Yutao also has a secret.
Moreover, it was also because of this matter that they stopped for a moment. Yes, otherwise, they would have to persuade tongxianzhou, the young master, to talk to each other. They are not used for this purpose.
Although they said that master Tong Xianzhou would certainly not pay attention to them, it's not the same thing.
Tong Xianzhou doesn't know what others think. He's very upset now.
In contrast, the air pressure around the body is also low.
Then people who see him can easily feel that he is in a bad mood.
Senior two teachers still feel strange.
Isn't Mr. Tong happy when he leaves at noon? Is it a bad date?!
But no one dares to ask. The pressure around Tongxian boat is terrible.
……
After a sleep, I have to rush back to school for class.
Chu Rong went to school with him.
Although it doesn't matter whether Chu Rong goes to school or not, he went together in order to accompany Song Ci.
When Song Ci returned to Yanjing University, it was only a few minutes before the afternoon class.
"I went to class?" Song Ci looked at Chu Rong and said.
Chu Rong nodded: "you go, I'll walk around."
Song Ci nodded and ran to the classroom.
It takes 20 minutes to walk slowly from the gate to the classroom, but under the long legs of Song Ci, it takes less than five minutes to arrive.
After entering the classroom, I have one minute to go to class.
Song Ci praised her. Of course, she praised herself. She was indeed a good child who loved learning.
Of course, if Song Ci's words were heard by those teachers in their class, they would certainly want a sole for her.
Well, of course, I just want to do it. I dare not do it. After all, the identity of Song Ci is there unless the teacher is dead.
However, to get back to business, Song Ci's class attitude of either sleeping on the table or playing mobile games with his mobile phone every class, how can Song Ci have the face to praise himself as a good child who loves learning!
Of course, regardless of the learning attitude of Song Ci, Song Ci has taught himself that the teacher has not taught, and indeed can be regarded as a good child who loves learning.
After Song Ci sat down, the class bell rang.
Class time is equal to sleep time.
Song Ci found a comfortable position and slept on his stomach.
Song Ci slept comfortably in the classroom. Chu Rong, who walked around the school, met a professor in the school.
The professor's class Chu Rong attended. Although Chu Rong only attended a few of his classes, the excellent Chu Rong was remembered by the professor.
So when I met Chu Rong at school, the professor came and talked with Chu Rong.