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All of Han Jingjing's plans were in vain.

She gritted her teeth angrily, looked down at the book, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that it was an eyesore, and suddenly picked up the pen and swiped a lot on the book.

The girl next to her saw it and exclaimed: "Han Jingjing, what's wrong with you?"

Han Jingjing realized that he had lost his composure, put down his pen, and closed the book: "It's okay...the teacher is here, let's go to class."

Rong Yan was sitting in the front row and heard what Han Jingjing was talking to that girl behind her, she curled her lips into a smile, trying to embarrass her, but she looked to see who had an ugly face.

In a class, the appearance is very confident, and the notes are neat and clean.

After the lecture, the female teacher who taught them the appreciation of Chinese classical literature picked up Rongyan's notes and looked at them, and said with satisfaction: "The notes are well done. Do you usually like classical literature?"

His face was a little sweaty. Although he had listened to this teacher's class for a long time, this was the first time he had chatted with her: "Well, I like listening to it better than foreign literature."

The teacher asked her: "Which aspect do you like most, poetry or prose?"

Rong Yan thought for a while: "I prefer Han Fu."

The female teacher's eyes lit up, "Really? Few people like Han Fu these days. I didn't expect you to like it too. So which one do you like?"

The face is a little fluffy in the heart, this teacher usually looks calmly, it is the kind of Zhishu Dali who comes from a scholarly family, and she suddenly expressed this kind of appearance, which makes her face a little flustered .

Because she thinks that what she knows, compared with this teacher who specializes in classical literature, must be a classmate. If we continue to talk about it, everyone will laugh at her.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the get out of class to end, and some of the questions asked by the teacher could be answered by his appearance.

The teacher heard the bell and said to Rong Yan with regret, "Let's discuss it in the next class. I'll bring you a book I recently published that specializes in the study of Chinese Fu."

Rong Yan quickly stood up: "Okay, thank you teacher."

After sending this fanatical teacher who loves Hanfu away, he wiped the sweat off his brow with his face.

The next class was going to change classrooms, so Rong Yan picked up her bag and went to the bathroom first.

When it came out, it happened that Han Jingjing came in affectionately holding a girl's arm. After seeing her face, she deliberately turned her head aside.

His face and complexion remained unchanged, as if he had never seen them at all, he walked past them without seeing them, washed his hands, took out a tissue to wipe the water beads on his hands, threw them into the trash can, and left.

After Rongyan left, the girl who was with Han Jingjing asked her curiously: "Han Jingjing, you and Rongyan quarreled. You and her are usually on good terms. Why is no one talking today?"

Han Jingjing gritted her teeth, the haughty and indifferent look on her face just now hurt her self-esteem severely.

She said bitterly: "What's good, we've never been bad, I'm just a little maid, I didn't understand it before, but now I see it clearly, I don't want to be a maid again, just looking for trouble."

The girl who was with her moved the corners of her mouth: "Uh, okay..."

After class all morning, Rong Yandu sat with Han Jingjing without any interaction.

When eating in the morning, Rong Yan was still alone. After eating, she found an empty table and sat down, burying her head in eating.