as you meet

In the whole class afterwards, Ji Yusheng felt that the golden ball sitting in the first row was an eyesore, and he was generally angry and didn't give Song Shihe any response.

Every time Song Shihe's eyes swept over, he silently moved away.

But Mingto still seemed to be demonstrating to him, as always, he was enthusiastic about Song Shihe, and kept raising his hands to answer questions.

I have to say that Minto is really good. He knows a lot about art, and sometimes he can keep up with the progress even without taking classes. He is much more professional than himself.

Ji Yusheng even suspected that the reason why Mingtuo reported this class was not because of the class itself, but because of Song Shihe.

As soon as get out of class was over, Ji Yusheng left in a hurry. Song Shihe planned to chase him, but was stopped by Mingtuo to ask questions.

"Professor, I have a question about that assignment—"

"Sorry, I have something to do—" Song Shihe didn't look at him, his eyes drifted directly past him to the door.

Ming Tuo turned around and looked in the direction Song Shihe was looking at, and saw the back of Ji Yusheng who had just stepped out of the door. He turned his head and pulled Song Shihe and said:

"Please professor, my class is very full, I don't have any other time to ask you, soon!"

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was already overwhelmed by the crowd, Song Shihe had no choice but to agree, thinking that he would thank him sometime this week.

But before he expresses his gratitude to Ji Yusheng, he won't be able to see Ji Yusheng in a short time.

When Ji Yusheng left school, he encountered some people handing out leaflets for part-time jobs. He looked carefully and found that the job site was next to the school, and the salary was good, and the working hours were flexible, so he really wanted to give it a try.

But thinking of his mother's attitude, he was a little worried.It has been almost a year since the last time I asked about part-time jobs, now I will ask my mother when she is in a good mood.

A week later, Ji Yusheng went to the lecture hall for class as usual, but the professor who opened the door was not Song Shihe, but a teaching assistant holding a large stack of notes.

The students were chattering for a moment. Thinking of Song Shihe's hoarse voice in the last class, Ji Yusheng seemed to vaguely sense what happened.

After putting down his notes, he picked up the microphone and said to his classmates:

"Professor Song is temporarily unable to give lectures because of a throat infection. But Professor Song has prepared materials for the explanation and asked me to explain it to everyone."

"Students, come out and get the notes for this class."

Moans erupted in the classroom.

"what--"

"Professor Song is sick? Are you okay?"

"Ah... It's not Professor Song's lecture, I always feel that there is a little less artistic conception."

Sore throat?Looks like Minto's lozenges aren't helping.For some reason, this idea came to mind at the first time, and Ji Yusheng was also frightened by his own thoughts for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no reason for my hostility towards Minto.Ji Yusheng couldn't figure out his own thoughts for a while.

But what followed was worry and a trace of complaint. Why did I always refuse to listen to my own advice and not want to use the microphone.

Ji Yusheng didn't listen to much of the whole class, firstly because the teaching assistant just read the lectures from notes, which was very boring, and secondly because he was worried.

Ji Yusheng also had the idea of ​​asking Song Shihe's physical condition in the past, but he found that he did not have Song Shihe's contact information.Moreover, the economics class was another small exam week this week, and Ji Yusheng had no time to think about how to ask about Song Shihe's situation in the first week when Song Shihe was absent from class.