As soon as the chatterbox opened, the girls enthusiastically raised their hands. They didn't wait to call the names. The questions had already been asked.

"Senior, senior, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Mr. Yan, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Senior, can you sign for me?"

"Yan Xuechang..."

Yan Weizheng raised his hand and pressed down: "thank you for your kindness. I don't think about it at present. As for signature, it's very important to protect personal privacy. Please don't sign at will. "

A boy raised his hand and stood up and asked, "senior, who are you better than the student president?"

"Of course, the president is more powerful, otherwise I will be your class director."

"That..." the boy took a look at Gu canzhao's direction, swallowed the question back to his stomach and sat back on the stool silently. He originally wanted to ask "who is the best between the senior and zero?" he thought that zero had won the student president. Is it necessary to ask such an obvious answer?

"Senior, can I get out of school at ordinary times?"

"As long as there is the signature of one of the four student union cadres and the monitor of the class, the security at the school gate will be released. Remember to come back at the entrance guard time."

"OK, thank you, senior!"

"Senior..."

……

Lu Xiaolai leaned against the wall, his legs were sore, and the students in the class were still asking questions.

All blame sun Zhuohang that crow mouth, she is now in disguised punishment station!

After a long absence, the bell rings, and Lu Xiaolai spits out a bad breath. He plans to wait for Yan Weizheng to leave and then go back to his seat from the front.

But after Yan Weizheng said, "I'll answer for you next time," he walked down the platform and walked straight to their row of seats. Lu Xiaolai took two strokes from the corner of his mouth and stood in the same place to watch the change.

Yan Weizheng stopped at Gu canzhao's seat: "zero, tomorrow's Council, the president asked you to join us."

Gu canzhao didn't lift his eyelids and said coldly, "no, he won't come, and don't bother me with such things."

"The directors of the other two private universities in Z city will also come."

"So what. It's up to you whether you can hold the scene or not. "

"Well, I'll tell you the truth."

"Whatever you want."

Yan Weizheng stepped back and turned to see Lu Xiaolai still standing there. He walked towards her with a smile.

Lu Xiaolai was surprised, and then he remembered that he had to run quickly, but Yan Weizheng had already called out her name.

"Lu Xiaolai." Yan Weizheng walked up to her, "listen to the teacher, you are absent from class this afternoon."

"Well, I'm not feeling well. I'm resting."

"You look good. What's wrong with you?"

"I... Have a backache! Yes, back pain! I fell it yesterday. "

Yan Weizheng took a suspicious look at her waist and patted her on the shoulder twice without asking more questions: "don't leave your homework behind. Shengjing's famous devil style make-up class will enlighten you."

Lu Xiaolai felt a chill at the back of his spine: "what a devil's method?"

"Anyway, you won't like it."

Lu Xiao moved back and forth, dodging his hand: "thank you for your reminding."

Yan Wei returned, said "you're welcome" and left the classroom through the back door.

Finally, I left.

Lu Xiaolai angrily compares his little finger with Gu canzhao's back. He immediately puts down his hand and hides behind him. He pretends that nothing has happened. He turns around the corridor outside the classroom and sits back in his seat. Then he breathes out a sigh of peace.