"Oh." Lu Xiaolai nodded, but there was no wave in his heart.

"Come on, do you understand what this means?"

"I understand that he is not the emperor, he is the crown prince."

"That's about it."

"But we are not his maids and slaves. Why should we practice ourselves?"

"Why don't you understand me..."

"I know. I can't hide if I can't get angry!" She has no bottom line to let that zero!

Looking at her rebellious look, sun Zhuohang was still worried, but he didn't say anything more.

After breakfast, they came out of the cafeteria together. It was still early. Sun Zhuohang took Lu Xiaolai to class 103 and chatted to the direction of the teaching building. Lu Xiaolai talks and laughs all the way, but sun Zhuohang's expression is always wooden and looks dull.

There are eight classes in this year's freshmen, which are distributed from top to bottom on the four floors of the teaching building. There are two classes on each floor, and each class has its own intelligent multimedia classroom. Class 101 is on the fourth floor, and class 103 is just downstairs of class 101, separated by only one staircase.

"My classroom is upstairs. You can come to me for anything you want."

"What can I do for you? Don't worry."

"In case the teacher asks you to stand, I can ask for help."

"Hello! What are you talking about, you smelly mouth

"I'm just making an analogy."

"The classroom is here. Go for a walk."

Sun Zhuohang gave a smile, looked at her and turned to go upstairs.

At the back door of class 103 classroom, Gu canzhao leans on the railing, holding the coffee song Fengya bought. Seeing the two talking at the front door, he walks slowly.

Lu Xiaolai followed sun Zhuohang's eyes and looked back, just at Gu canzhao's dark eyes. He was so surprised that he shrunk his shoulder and jumped back a little step.

Oh, my God! How can this man walk quietly? She's scared to death!

"Do you know him?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"If I find out what you are plotting with him..."

Lu Xiaolai snatched his words: "I don't even know how to die?"

"Do you think I'm kidding you?"

Lu Xiaolai raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at him: "classmate zero, I seriously suspect that you have delusion of being killed. We are not you, plotting a ghost for no reason

"Better not." Gu canzhao gave a cold hum, pushed her away with his shoulder and walked into the classroom.

Lu Xiaolai murmured, "what's the matter with you again?" then he walked in and sat down in his seat.

The round cuntou in the back seat saw her coming in, lowered her head, and didn't dare to look her in the eye.

Lu Xiaolai sipped his lips and knocked on his desk.

Round cuntou raised his head in panic: "I, I..."

"What are you talking about? Yesterday, you said that the class director came to see me. I passed by and waited for nearly half an hour. I didn't even have a ghost."

"Ah?" Yuan cuntou was stunned, "that... That may be the class director's temporary business, and I don't know your contact information..."

"It's possible."

"I'm sorry... You made a trip in vain."

"It's beyond your control. Don't blame yourself. It's OK."

Round cuntou eyes surging with moving water, took the language book pretended to look, to cover up his panic look.

Gu canzhao raised her eyes and glanced at her. She sneered and sipped her coffee.

Lu Xiaolai turned his eyes in his heart, turned his head and began to sort out the books for the next Chinese class.