Chapter 806： The president is a voice control! 20

Ding Weiyan and the three of them did occupy two seats next to them, and they waited until they saw Qiao Sirui who came in behind Chu Ci.

Several people couldn't help but glance at each other, watching Chu Ci sit next to them, the tall and handsome man sat next to her in the same way, and raised his hand to open the notebook in his hand, the one in his hand. The black carbon pen turned around very casually.

With his eyes down like this, there was a kind of laziness that no one would get close all over his body, and then look at the little girl lying on the table sitting next to him.

Wearing a simple and bright T-shirt, although after talking to this person outside for a while, after returning to the classroom where the hot air is not well circulated, he immediately became a little drowsy.

With her chin resting on her hand, lying on the table like this, half-squinting her eyes, waiting for the sight of a few people, the dazed little girl remembered their roommates who were still unclear.

Chu Ci straightened up and glanced sideways at the guy who raised his hand and raised his silver glasses. This is to introduce Ding Weiyan.

"This is Qiao Sirui, the chairman of our school council. He is already a junior. Come today..." Chu Ci hesitated for a moment. At the curious and blank eyes of a few people, she said with no expression on her face. I knew that I was saying nonsense, "Choosing our public classes to cultivate sentiment."

Tian Jing:...

Zhang Feiyu:...

Ding Weiyan:...

In the eyes of a few people who couldn't say anything, Chu Ci clearly saw this meaning: Do you have any special hobbies when you look good?

The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched slightly, and once again turned to look at Qiao Sirui who had greeted her roommate lightly.

For Qiao Sirui, although most of the freshmen do not know, they still know some. It is a little surprised to see him here, but because a few people came here early, they occupy a relatively good position, five people The row here is just right, coupled with the breath of Qiao Sirui who is not close to anyone.

Regardless of whether it was a girl you knew or didn't know, the little thought that had been born disappeared, and the class just started, and the teacher began to give the lecture.

The foreign language history teacher is an older, little old man, usually not serious, but the lectures always make people feel drowsy.

Chu Ci supported his chin and listened hard for a while.

In the early morning, there was a crowd of people in the classroom, the air was not circulating, and it was unavoidable that it was a little stuffy. After a while, the surrounding area had fallen asleep.

Qiao Sirui couldn't help but rubbed his eyes sleepily. He really hadn't listened to this kind of public class in the Department of Foreign Languages, so he really didn't know how it was.

Suddenly, he understood a little. He said that he was here to listen. Where did the shock of the little girl and the roommates next to her come from.

Qiao Sirui pressed the soft flesh in his mouth with a sharp tongue, then turned his gaze calmly, and set his gaze on the little girl next to him.

The little girl who was still full of vitality just now had her head on her head, her eyelids drooping, she drooped and opened suddenly, drooped and opened again.

The small body swayed a little, and finally straightened up hard, resting his chin with one hand, making the already round cheeks look softer and fleshy.