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Chapter 171 Radio Gymnastics
After correcting it, Lin Feng returned the notebook to Lan Tian, ​​but took it back as if he suddenly thought of something.

Lan Tian's outstretched hand froze, a little speechless.

"I'll help you remember." Lin Feng said calmly.

His slender fingers moved quickly on the notebook, and each vigorous and elegant word jumped onto the paper.

Lan Tian stared blankly, admiration welling up in his heart.

Watching Lin Feng write is like watching a famous artist impromptu painting, there is an indescribably pleasing feeling.

Not only Lan Tian was dumbfounded, but the students on the other side of Lin Feng were also dumbfounded.

When does Xueshen need to take notes?
As a classmate, he only knew that Lin Feng always only used his brain in class, and nothing else. Immediately, the classmates looked at Lan Tian with a little more curiosity and inquiry, but before he could figure it out, he was called Lin Feng seemed to be inadvertently leaning over to completely block his sight.

He did it on purpose.

Although he was concentrating on taking notes, it did not affect his observation of the surrounding movement in the slightest.

He didn't want to cause any trouble to Lan Tian because of himself, not even a little bit.

The classmate didn't understand Lin Feng's intention, and leaned back to continue observing the blue sky, but was firmly blocked by Lin Feng.

However, this time Lin Feng was not so good-tempered.

"You twisted your waist?" Lin Feng glanced at his classmates coldly, as if his words were frozen.

The classmate was confused by the question, so he had to answer: "No."

Lin Feng said again: "If you don't have one, just sit down and don't twist around like a primary school student doing radio gymnastics."

The classmate's face turned dark, but seeing Lin Feng's face that was causing trouble to all living beings but not showing any warmth at the moment, he shrank his neck and pretended to listen to the lecture at ease.

After the public class ended, Lin Feng and Lan Tian waited until the students had almost left, and then walked out of the lecture theater side by side.

In fact, Lan Tian wanted to squeeze out in the crowd, but was held back by Lin Feng.

Lan Tian felt that after listening to this public class, he benefited a lot. On the way out of the classroom, he was still recalling Master Liu Songbai's speech in his mind.

Lin Feng deliberately slowed down and followed her.

They chose a path with relatively few people, except for occasionally meeting three or two classmates, it was quiet.

The sunshine at this time is just right, bright but not glaring, falling in through the few leaves of the French sycamore tree, spreading in the air like jasper and colorful clouds, gently wrapping Lin Feng and the blue sky in it, just like a mother's kind embrace Generally, warm and pleasant.

Lin Feng suddenly had a kind of expectation.

He hoped that he could walk side by side with Lan Tian, ​​keep walking, keep walking, just the two of them, just the world belonging to the two of them.

"Senior Lin, do you want this note?" When it was almost at the end, Lan Tian came back to his senses and did not forget to ask this topic first.

Lin Feng lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Lan Tian thought about it and said, "Why don't you wait for me here for a while, and I'll make a photocopy and send it to you?"

Lin Feng took the words and said, "You copy it and send it to me."

In fact, for him, notes are superfluous, and these have already been engraved in his mind when he was listening.

He said this just to create one more chance to see her.

"Copy?" Lan Tian suspected that he had heard wrong.

This is not ancient times, where hundreds of copies can be copied every minute, so where is the need for hands?

(End of this chapter)