One child with six treasures, Mommy ran away again

Chapter 263 Young, a little tea
Chapter 267 Young, a little tea
The phone in her bag vibrated non-stop. She picked up the phone and pressed the connect button.

"Sunny, are you still used to it?"

Ai Chong's deep and cold voice came from the phone.

Ai Qingtian looked at the time, smiled, and said, "It's okay."

After a pause, she asked again: "Are you so relieved to let Ai Quan follow me alone?"

When she came to City C this time, Ai Quan was the first person she wanted to follow.

It's not that Ai Quan is disobedient, but Ai Quan's reputation is not small, and here is the Art Academy, it is inevitable that someone will recognize him, and it will be very embarrassing to cause a riot.

"You are a mother, you have to learn to take care of your own children."

Ai Chong's words sounded very ruthless: "And Ai Quan is very obedient."

Ai Qingtian: "..."

It's true to be obedient, but...why does she always feel that something is wrong?

Generally speaking, even if she travels far away alone, her brothers would like to move the whole family to follow her. She has already thought about how to get out of the way, but this time they are uncharacteristically and let Ai Quan follow she.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
"Do you have class today?"

Ai Chong's voice was faint, with an imperceptible smile, Ai Qingtian glanced at the time again, his face darkened.

She's going to be late!
Being late on the first day of class makes the students think of her!

She hung up the phone in a hurry, and rushed into the classroom at the last second when the alarm ended.

At that moment, the noisy big classroom fell silent instantly. The boys and girls stared dumbfoundedly at Ai Qingtian who took off his mask and rushed in, the surprise in their eyes could not be concealed.

Suddenly, someone raised his hand and said, "Student, I have a seat here, sit here!"

This sentence is like a switch, instantly turning on some thinking that students shouldn't have.

"Bullshit! Classmate, come to me, I'll help you with your homework!"

The male students became more and more excited one by one, and they introduced themselves to the empty seat beside them.

Some students even began to complain that the students sitting beside them prevented them from getting in close contact with the goddess.

Ai Qingtian: "..."

If I had known she would not have taken off the mask.

Seeing that the classroom was getting more and more noisy, Ai Qingtian was about to explain a few words out loud, when she suddenly heard an abrupt question from a girl: "Student, which class are you in? Why haven't I seen you?"

Her greeting was not very friendly, and her face was stinky when she spoke.

This question made Ai Qingtian slightly stunned.

Her class is an open class for the whole school, which means anyone can come.

What the girl asked was no different from finding fault.

Ai Qingtian didn't answer, and some people couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, Luo Yu, this class is an open class, anyone can come, how can you ask others which class is like you? How impolite? It scares other elementary school girls."

Ai Qingtian: "..."

Although she doesn't look old, she can undoubtedly be their college sister at her age.

The girl named Luo Yu gave a cold snort of disdain.

"Why can't I ask? This class is also a professional class related to art. At first glance, this woman is not our major. I don't know what purpose she came here for."

She paused, glared at her, then took the elbow of the girl next to her, and said, "She's not as good-looking as my Huixiao, you guys are really blind."

When Ai Qingtian heard her words, she subconsciously shifted her eyes to the girl with bright teeth beside her. When the girl saw Luo Yu mentioning her, she pursed her lips and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Luo Yu, don't talk nonsense, I'm not like this school girl, I don't know how to put on such beautiful makeup, how can I compare to her."

Ai Qingtian: "..."

At such a young age, is tea really good?
And, she doesn't actually wear makeup.

The hostility from the girls really made her a little bit unbearable.

"Why hasn't the teacher come yet?"

The girls sitting in the first row didn't want to hear the intrigue, and looked behind her frequently, their voices already a little impatient.

When Huixiao heard this, she looked at Ai Qingtian with a gentle face: "Sister, you'd better leave quickly, this class is not suitable for you, otherwise the teacher may be angry when he comes, and it will not be good if we delay everyone's time." All right."

She spoke with sincerity, and Luo Yu on the side smiled, and took her words and said: "That's right, she stays here, and she doesn't understand, and she wasted other people's position."

Many people laughed aloud when they heard this sentence, and some men's faces were not very good-looking. They thought she said this a bit too much.

"Luo Yu, that's enough. It's necessary to target the junior girl like this. I think you're just jealous that she's prettier than you."

A boy with a bit of a naughty smile said that, and he gave Ai Qingtian a comforting smile by the way.

Luo Yu seemed to have been hit by the rumor, his eyes widened, and he roared angrily: "Who do you think is jealous! Do I need to be jealous of her? Who knows how much it cost!"

Ai Qingtian's eyes were slightly deep, she looked at Huixiao and Luoyu, and asked softly, "Are you students of the 18th grade design major?"

Luo Yu frowned: "Don't you know us? Hui Xiao is the school's belle! You did it on purpose!"

As she spoke, she still wanted to continue to scold something, Huixiao pressed her hand, her eyes flickered slightly, she nodded and said: "Yes, if you have any questions, you can come and ask me."

Ai Qingtian smiled. She walked to the podium, looked at the blank-looking students and said, "Hello everyone, I am Ai Qingtian. I am the lecturer of this public class and also the design instructor of the 18th design major."

She paused, looked at the severely frightened expressions of the students present, changed the topic, and said coldly: "In the next semester, I hope all the students majoring in design will give you a lot of advice."

As soon as these words fell, Hui Xiao and Luo Yu's expressions were so ugly that two words can sum it up.

The boy with a naughty smile couldn't help whistling. Ai Qingtian looked at him, and he quickly touched the tip of his nose, pretending to be obedient and sitting up straight.

"Students, if you have any questions about me, you can ask them now."

"No matter what we ask, will the teacher answer?"

A boy looked at her with unconcealed excitement, Ai Qingtian felt a little familiar, took a few more glances, and then remembered that this boy was the first boy who found her a seat just now?

Ai Qingtian smiled softly, but her words were extremely inconsistent: "It depends on my mood."

When the boy heard this, he immediately froze.

"Then, forget it."

This teacher doesn't seem to be easy to mess with.

"Teacher, you didn't just graduate, did you?"

Luo Yu questioned.

It's not that she is too impolite, but that the teacher is too young.

That's why they regarded her as a primary school girl just now.

"It's been a few years since I graduated."

Ai Qingtian turned on the computer on the podium table with her campus card, and answered Luo Yu's question without raising her head.

(End of this chapter)