Xu Chaoci was busy eating meat, drinking, and talking nonsense. The boys dared to talk about any topic when they were together. The atmosphere at the table should not be too good. So when he saw Qin Sheng's last message, he and Shen Chuyan were sitting on the lawn by the lake, cracking melon seeds.
Looking at it at a glance, he thought he was dazzled, so he quickly pointed it out to Shen Chuyan: "Please help me read these three words, I suddenly don't recognize them fucking."
"Little angel" Before the words came out, Shen Chuyan suddenly noticed something, and quickly turned his keen eyes to the WeChat profile picture on the left, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Xu Chaoci.
"Are you are you flirting with my little girlfriend behind my back?"
Xu Chaoci was so frightened that he almost swallowed the melon seeds in his mouth: "you can see clearly that this message was sent by Sheng Sheng. Could it be that your little girlfriend is molesting me?"
Shen Chuyan said to himself: My little girl is not blind either.
Why is she teasing you and not me?
Shen Chuyan snorted, snatched the phone from him, pressed the screen a few times nimbly with his fingers, and threw the phone to Xu Chaoci.
Xu Chaoci looked down curiously¡ª¡ª
¡¾Your boyfriend is watching, I'm afraid of death! ¡¿
Xu Chaoci was overjoyed, cursed "Damn", hit Shen Chuyan's back with his fist, and said with a smile, "You are so jealous, your little girlfriend may not understand it."
It doesn't matter whether you can understand or not, as long as you know the three words "by the side".
Shen Chuyan simply took out his mobile phone and put it on his lap, waiting for his little girlfriend to contact him.
About three or four minutes later, the phone rang twice. Shen Chuyan squeezed the phone and shook it under Xu Chaoci's eyelids. Xu Chaoci rolled his eyes, but he was curious about what Qin Sheng was saying, so he moved his head closer, Shen Chuyan Just hold up the phone and don't show it to him: "It's a private topic between lovers, thank you."
Xu Chaoci: ""
If you don't show your affection for a day, you will die?
For as long as Xu Chaoci has been eating melon seeds, Shen Chuyan has been chatting with Qin Sheng about "private" topics.
In the end Xu Chaoci felt that his mouth was about to froth, and the uncle next to him ended the chat with more than enough meaning.
"Let's talk, we've only chatted for more than forty minutes and stopped talking?" Xu Chaoci sneered.
"I wanted to chat for a while, but you are here, and I don't want to be too serious about sex and friends."
""
Xu Chaoci almost couldn't resist covering his face with melon seed shells, why did he become close buddies with such a thing?-
No matter how boring the class is, Qin Sheng will insist on taking it. The girls in the same dormitory would occasionally ask Qin Sheng to roll her name if she didn't want to take elective courses. She was quite nervous at first, but as the number of times increased, her ability to imitate her voice improved greatly.
Public courses and elective courses are the courses that are most likely to fish in troubled waters. After all, two classes are taught together. If there are too many students, some teachers are too lazy to call names, and you can easily escape.
Qin Sheng has a good memory. She knows which teachers roll their names in every class and which teachers never roll their names.
However, there are exceptions to everything - she overturned.
This afternoon, in the public class of the associate professor of the college, the bell was about to ring. The associate professor who never called the roll suddenly had a whim, cleared his throat, stood on the podium and picked up the roll call: "Be quiet, now order a name."
Qin Sheng looked confused: ""
The get out of class is about to end, what's your name?
In the quadruple room Qin Sheng lived in, three of them, including her, majored in English, and one majored in tourism management.
In the past, there was only one girl who skipped class, but today, what the hell, those two girls skipped class. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com