Chapter 947：

Although he did not go to school, he inquired about it. Soon after he returned to Beijing, a classmate named Xu Weiran came to the school to report.

The moment he got the news, he was attending a film festival in Shanghai. He was sitting in the guest seat and looking at the phone, his lips were slightly torn off.

And now he has finally finished everything in his hands. Things that are not urgent can be put aside. Now the main task is to teach at school.

And she, although she knows his name, I am afraid, she never knows his specific identity.

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Chaoyang District is full of life, a slender figure shuttles among the crowd, and the streets are bustling in the morning.

The wide roadside sells soy milk and fried dough tiao Xiaolongbao. With the push of the trolley, the basket covering the Xiaolongbao is opened, steaming, and the screams broadcast from the small speakers one after another.

Xu Weiran was immersed in the air mixed with various breaths, which was different from the fireworks in the mountains, and gave her a sense of stability as fallen leaves returned to their roots.

"The boss brought me four dumplings with dried plums, vegetables and beef, and a cup of soy milk."

It was cold outside today, and white gas could be seen between her breath. As she said, she couldn't help rubbing her hands and stomping her feet.

Boss: "Good!"

After Xu Weiran bought some steaming steamed dumplings, he hurried to school with a few books.

At this time, a black car was slowly moving on the side of the road.

The man in the car was in a suit and leather shoes. He was tall and straight. He didn't expect to see her on the side of the road when he first arrived.

How long has it been since?

It took a month.

She seemed to have lost weight again. When he saw her, it was clearly a month ago, but he felt like a world away inexplicably.

She changed.

When in Lhasa and Sichuan, she always tied a neat ponytail, with a cold and cool expression.

But now he is wearing a white cotton coat on top, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of Martin boots underneath, the long divergence, it seems that it really looks like a female college student.

Simple and plain.

Quiet and well-behaved.

Seeing her disappearing in front of the school, Cheng Dongyuan's eyes darkened a bit, and he drove the car away from here and went to the parking lot.

Xu Weiran's first class today is a professional class in his small class, and there is also a major media class today.

Just when I arrived in class today, I heard two female classmates in the seats behind them chattering:

"Hey, do you know? I heard that our new professor Cheng will be giving a media class today."

Another girl smiled and said, “I heard that the school’s official website posted his photo, and the school’s female classmates were blown up. The parents are indeed handsome.”

"The point is that this is not the point. The point is that he is still single, a proper golden bachelor...!"

The conversation with the people behind was still going on, and it faintly reached her ears, Xu Weiran raised his eyebrows slightly.

What is the last name of the person they just mentioned?

As soon as the bell rang, the teacher came to class, and she began to concentrate on listening.

Now she cherishes such a time very much.

Everything is like a dream. I thought I would never have the opportunity to study here again, but after logging into the postgraduate entrance examination results background, I found that the previous operation record was gone, showing that she had been admitted.

Lost and recovered, but that's it.

Her major is journalism.

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