Everyday heroes

Chapter 110 The Worst Boy

Guan Lang didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he couldn't see Gao Qianhe complaining about himself.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't explain anything.

Because this guy has a big heart, and it won't be long before he returns to his hippie smile and comes to gossip and tease him.

The class begins with the lecturer opening the courseware folder.

Today's course is about the large and small wooden works of the Song Dynasty, which belongs to the history of ancient Chinese architecture.

Usually such courses as introduction, general history, and so-and-so history are the courses that Guan Lang and the others hate the most.

There are a lot of texts that need to be recorded and memorized. If they just memorize the written content, it will be fine. They also need to write down a lot of sketches of the corresponding buildings, so that they can satisfy the [-]-point drawing questions in the final exam.

Guan Lang is quite concerned about this kind of courses. After all, he doesn’t want to be distracted by preparing for the make-up exam during the summer vacation. It was a devastating blow.

Guan Lang listened intently, holding a pencil in his hand to mark the key points in the thick textbook for the final exam review.

When the lecturer put down the lesson plan and picked up the hot water cup to drink water to rest, Guan Lang glanced at An Xiaqing who was sitting beside her, and saw that she, who was full of energy before the class, was dizzy now. His chin was propped on his palm, his eyes were numb, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Guan Lang knew this would be the case, this class made them fall asleep after listening to it, not to mention that An Xiaqing, a young student from the Art Academy, listened to all kinds of architectural terminology that he couldn't understand at all, and listened to the heavenly scriptures. like.

Why bother? Guan Lang sighed.

In fact, An Xiaqing didn't wander off from the sky at the beginning. In order to put on a face in class, she also tried her best to integrate into the class, but soon she found that the difficulty was too great.

Queti, Pupaifang, and Shengqi are all things.

Obviously none of them are uncommon characters, but they are incomprehensible when combined.

Therefore, when she found that Guan Lang had been listening carefully and ignored her, on the one hand, she felt secretly resentful that she had been ignored; She simply began to "sleep" with her eyes open.

"Let me ask a classmate to answer a question. I think you are about to fall asleep, and I will wake you up." The teacher on the podium started the usual routine question time, and he himself knew that this class was boring. It's boring, so I often ask someone to answer questions in the middle of the class. First, it makes the students nervous so that they don't fall asleep. Second, it can also make students worry more when they want to skip other classes.

Of course, if there is a roll call session in each class, the effect of preventing class skipping will be better, but he generally does not do this. There are more than 100 people, and a roll call will waste about ten minutes.

When An Xiaqing heard his words, he immediately woke up from his daze, with a glow on his back.

She suddenly remembered what Guan Lang reminded her before class. At that time, she thought it was just a lie from Guan Lang to force her to leave, but it turned out to be true!
The sharp eyes of the lecturer above glanced from below.

An Xiaqing shrank her neck and looked down at the toes of her shoes.

Although she is not a student here, this kind of anxiety before the teacher asks someone to answer the question is a lingering nightmare engraved in the bones of most students.

Except for Xueba and Xueshen, they are eager to be called up by the teacher to pretend to be aggressive.

The classroom is so quiet that even a needle can be heard clearly. The students are sitting upright, not saying a word, not even turning their heads. Any slight movement may increase the probability of being noticed.

It shouldn't be so unlucky, there are hundreds of people in a classroom, and the chance of finding her is very slim.An Xiaqing comforted herself in her heart.

However, such things as asking questions in class are so wonderful. When you feel that it doesn’t matter in your heart, you will often not be pointed to, but when you are desperately trying not to point to yourself, you will often be unable to escape.

"Just the girl in the blue speckled shirt." The teacher made a final decision, and there were relieved sounds from every corner of the classroom, as well as one or two subtle sighs of regret.

Everyone tacitly embraced the joy that the dead friends did not die.

Even Guan Lang is like this. The teacher's classroom questions are like Schrödinger's cat. Before he asks, you will never know the difficulty of the question.

An Xiaqing pointed to himself, looking left and right to find another blue spotted shirt.

"Well, it's you." The teacher's reply shattered her last chance.

An Xiaqing's face was livid, she didn't expect that she was really the worst kid in the class!
She stood up shyly, wanting to explain to the teacher that she was not a student in this class.

But the teacher didn't give her a chance to speak, so she just asked a question.

"Just ask a simple question for the first question. Please briefly analyze the three aspects of material in the Song Dynasty?"

The teacher stared at An Xiaqing and felt that this student seemed quite unfamiliar. Although he couldn't remember the students in the class, he would still have some impressions of students with normal attendance.

This discovery made him frown.

An Xiaqing: "."

"Hey, this question shouldn't be difficult, right? I just talked about it 10 minutes ago, and I asked you to highlight the key points." The teacher's face became a little serious.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Guan Lang thought it was a little funny.

Let's see if you dare to come next time?
He turned over the page of the textbook where the answer was, which was marked with thick red strokes, and then moved the book to An Xiaqing's desk without a trace.

Lightly tapped twice on the desktop to remind An Xiaqing.

After An Xiaqing lowered his head and found out, he quickly answered as he read.

"Well, you have to be more serious in class next time." Now that she answered, the teacher didn't say anything, nodded and asked her to sit down.

"The boy in black in the third row, please explain the meaning of the side foot." The teacher continued to ask questions on the stage.

An Xiaqing sat down, noticed the teasing expression on Guan Lang's face, and pouted dissatisfiedly.

But she still couldn't say anything, firstly, she decided to come to "catch the class" by herself, and secondly, Guan Lang also helped her just now.

So this grievance can only be swallowed in her stomach.

"Will you come to the class next time?" Guan Lang asked with a smile on his lips.

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"More!" An Xiaqing said through gritted teeth.

She wanted to become friends with Guan Lang first, and then use her affection to persuade him to return to the hand-painting club with reason.

"Yeah, come on." Guan Lang shrugged his shoulders and encouraged.

Back home at noon.

Guan Lang continued to carry a large glass bottle of soybeans with green hairs to the roof to expose them to the sun.

Soybeans after koji making need to be exposed to the sun for three days before proceeding to the next step.

Qin Yanxi has already written all the points that need to be paid attention to in the notebook for him.

He also didn't want to bother her too much about making the sauce.

You can't just let her come here once every three days, otherwise people will definitely have opinions, and if you don't say it, you will definitely not be happy in your heart.

(End of this chapter)