The boss is at the same table, she pretends to be good again

Chapter 11 With such a fast heartbeat, he won't suffer from arrhythmia, right?
When the class bell rang, Liao Yanfang blew the hot air from the mug, took a small sip, then screwed on the lid and picked up the chalk.

The voice of writing on the blackboard made a "swish" sound, and the dubbing of the game also sounded beside Li Mingting.

"Army attack!"

"First blood"

"You have been slain"

……

"Our tower has been destroyed"

"You have been slain"

……

"Ace (Group Destroyer)"

"Defeat"

……

The phone was thrown heavily on the table, Rong Heng couldn't help cursing "Damn" in a low voice!
Liao Yanfang was talking impassionedly, "...the development of the plot is two-line parallel, we use the 'explicit and implicit method' to advance the main and secondary clues..." Before she could finish speaking, she was struck by the sound of collision broken.

She turned around, put down the book and chalk, first picked up the thermos cup and unscrewed the lid, took a sip of wolfberry health water before looking at Rong Heng: "What's going on?"

Although few in the class listen carefully to the class, everyone has a consensus that the teacher should not make trouble when he is teaching.

So something happened to Rong Heng, and the whole class immediately looked back in unison.

It wasn't the first time Rong Heng was stared at like this, he changed into a prone position out of boredom, and said casually: "Something fell on the floor, Mr. Liao, please continue."

Liao Yanfang didn't get to the bottom of it, she drank the water and said, "Then let's continue. Classmates, let's use this method to sort out a clue written in detail on the front..."

Only Liao Yanfang's voice remained in the classroom. The boy on Rong Heng's right turned his head and winked at Rong Heng quietly: "Brother Heng, are you still here?"

Rong Heng looked irritable, but his voice was very low: "What are you here? A batch of dishes!"

"I'm not familiar with the hero just now, so I'll be replaced by a more proficient one."

"I'm not coming, I want to attend lectures and study, so get out of here!"

"Pfft, stop kidding, Xueba is at the same table, you have to go to heaven!"

Rong Heng didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and simply turned his head to look at the other side.

On the other side is Li Mingting who is sitting upright and listening to the class.

Although she was dressed in nondescript clothes, her small body was straight and her eyes were extremely bright.

Rong Heng didn't know what to take notes in Chinese class, and Liao Mingyan's lecture was not interesting at all, but Li Mingting didn't get distracted the whole time.

The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up casually, revealing a white and slender wrist. A gel pen was held by her slender fingers, and she scratched it on the paper from time to time.

She sat there, as if her whole body was glowing, and she couldn't help but attract people's attention.

Rong Heng looked at it for a while before suddenly regaining his senses.

He touched the position of his chest and felt that there was something abnormal beating there.

Jumping so fast, he must have some arrhythmia disease, right?
Li Mingting noticed that Rong Heng was looking at her, turned his head to take a look, and found that Rong Heng's face was a little abnormal.

His cheeks were flushed, his expression was dull, and he seemed to be wandering in the sky.

Is this a fever?
It was cold in early spring, and he poured cold water on his head after exercising, which made him easy to catch a cold.

Thinking of this, Li Mingting wrote a note and pushed it over: "Uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

It was the first time that Rong Heng was passed a note by a female classmate, and it felt a little strange.

Just seeing the content on the note, he suddenly felt a little bad: "What do you mean? Say I'm sick?"

(End of this chapter)