Chen Qinglang's class is in the sixth grade and is also on the highest floor. Next to it is a staircase, two people talking while walking.

The teaching building where the class bell just rang was a little quiet, and the sound of reading poems and English words came from several nearby classrooms.

Xi Huan asked: "Are you and Chen Xueyang and others both students of Luohang?"

Her school can rank among the top three in the country, surrounded by university towns, and the most famous one is Luoyang Airlines, the best among aviation universities.

For example, there are four girls in her dormitory. Except for Youwei, the other three are from the Appearance Association and often encourage them to participate in the friendship with Luohang.

After all, their Dance University and Luohang are recognized as the most beautiful universities in the university town.

Chen Qinglang nodded, "Yes."

Xi Huan laughed and said, "Then we are neighbors. You have a New Year's Day party at the end of the semester. I remember that there were dance students from our school."

Of course there is a performance fee.

I will basically participate in the invitation from the university next door. When she was in her junior year, a senior sister from her senior went to participate.

When I came back, I even said that I had found my boyfriend.

Chen Qinglang nodded naturally and quickly reacted, wanting to ask: Have you been invited?

But I still didn't ask this sentence.

He could only think about it and said, "There is no notice on this list yet."

Because of the school party, the number of times he attended was basically equal to 0. Unless the class mandatory number of people was required, he had to go there before he could go there. It was not as good as a design aircraft to watch the dance.

but……

Chen Qinglang looked at Xi Huan who was hanging his eyes on the stairs in his eyes and thought secretly that he could go to see this year's party.

A corner passed and the classroom arrived.

Xi Huan looked over from the back door and counted the students in the classroom, "You go up there, don't worry about me, I'll enter through the back door."

The number of students only accounts for two-thirds of the classroom, and the rest is empty.

From this we can see that in places like the mountains, there are only a small number of students, unlike outside, which are crowded.

Chen Qinglang walked away, "Do you really want to listen?"

Xi Huan was about to push the door open, but when she heard this, she turned to her side and said with a smile: "Yes, I don't know some knowledge about aviation yet."

Seeing Chen Qinglang's appearance, she started to tease.

Xi Huan let go of his hand at the door again, "What, is Teacher Shen shy? Or is it unnatural for me to attend class?"

Chen Qinglang naturally denied it.

Two people entered the front door and the other entered the back door.

The students with sharp ears naturally heard the movement, and turned their heads and saw Xi Huan coming in from behind.

When I saw my beautiful sister, I was naturally excited.

The difference between the sixth grade students and the lower grades has become much more mature in their thinking, so a few naughty boys start to make fun of them.

Xi Huan sat on an empty table in the back corner.

Seeing that everyone was paying attention to her, she put her index finger on her lips and whispered: "Everyone pay attention to Teacher Shen's class."

The students sat down at this time.

Teacher Shen’s class has always been something they like because they can hear a lot of things they have never heard of before.

For children who grew up in the mountains, they learned that the outside world was too small, there were not many extracurricular books, and had not learned physics yet, so they yearned for the sky, wanted to take planes, spaceships, and even wanted to go to the universe.

Xi Huan even read books with the boy next to her.

Chen Qinglang cleared his throat, "We're starting class."

When the students stood up and said goodbye, Xi Huan also stood up and gathered in a bunch of them to pretend that he was a student.

Chen Qinglang's heart missed a beat.

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To be fair, Chen Qinglang's class was very good.

He often explained to others at first sight, and was not surprised by the various questions from the children. He answered them patiently, and his voice was as gentle as jade and very nice.

Xi Huan just came to join in the fun at first, but later she listened unconsciously.

What he said was not difficult. It was obviously combined with the current situation of the children here, and also brought some small models of aircraft to keep the children watching.

Chen Qinglang couldn't help looking into the corner as soon as he opened his mouth.

He was wondering whether he was wrong, whether there was any problem with the demonstration, or whether he performed poorly on the podium.

But often he faces Xi Huan's curved eyes.

It seems that I feel even more nervous after looking at it.

However, after getting used to it, he relaxed. He also restrained his eyes and focused on the lecture.

Chen Qinglang said halfway and said, "I'll draw a simple picture for you."

As soon as I picked up the chalk, before I turned around, a student suddenly raised his hand and said, "Teacher, that beautiful sister went to bed secretly in class!"

He had noticed that the beautiful sister who had just come in the back door fell asleep on the table and was blocking her with a book.

Chen Qinglang put down the chalk and saw that Xi Huan was blocked by a math book. The boy next to her was holding the book.

The two of them held one side with one hand, but they cooperated very well.

Chen Qinglang walked over with his feet lightly, and he saw Xi Huan lying on his arm after the book, sleeping soundly.

The curly eyelashes were blocked by the hair. When you were condescending, you could see the delicate side face, and your skin was clean without any flaws.

She is sleeping and is very different from her usual ones.

Chen Qinglang felt as if he had discovered the elf sleeping in the forest.

He was unconsciously fascinated.

"Teacher, are you not going to class anymore?"

"What's the best thing about beautiful sister when she sleeps?"

The two students suddenly spoke, awakening Chen Qinglang. He subconsciously glanced at Xi Huan, but she was not awake yet.

He coughed lightly and walked back to the podium quickly.

After pausing for nearly a minute or two, Chen Qinglang finally found a good way, "Next, you go to self-study and don't talk, otherwise you won't bring your model to you next class."

The model was obviously very attractive, and the students immediately shut up and obediently did not speak.

Of course, not speaking does not mean reading, there are still a few small moves.

Chen Qinglang could only see a book blocking there on the podium. After a short while of heart, he turned around silently and drew pictures on the blackboard.

As soon as he got to know something professional, he quickly forgot about his situation.

Soon, most of the students in the classroom turned their eyes to the blackboard, and they let out a slight amazement as he stroked and stroked.

In the end, Chen Qinglang reminded him again before he calmed down.

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A few minutes before the bell rang, Xi Huan woke up by herself.

After a class, she was sleeping in a daze. She rubbed her eyes and pinched her pillow-like arm before she remembered where she was.

I couldn't sleep as I listened just now.

Chen Qinglang's voice sounded so comfortable, and I was tired yesterday and I didn't sleep early last night, so I fell asleep so sleepy.

Probably not discovered?

Xi Huan felt guilty and sorted out her sleepy hair, put down the book, and looked at the little boy next to her: "Thank you for your hard work."

I kept helping her to raise the book and I had to give her some reward.

She took out the candy she had not finished before from her pocket, stuffed it with him a few, and whispered: "This is for you, don't be discovered by others."

The little boy's eyes lit up and he couldn't stop nodding.

Xi Huan reached out and polished his head, sat down at Chen Qinglang who was drawing with his back to them on the podium, "Let's pretend to be studying seriously."

The little boy wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after seeing her flipping through the book.

Chen Qinglang's painting was over, and it was only a few minutes before get out of class was over. He turned around and accidentally saw that Xi Huan had woken up.

But the other party didn't look at him.

Chen Qinglang was so worried that he had agreed to come and listened. After sleeping for most of the class, he was still addicted to the books of elementary school students.

He cleared his throat: "Next, I'll explain it to you."

Xi Huan heard the sound, looked up, and looked at him with her chin.

Except for class, she really didn't see Chen Qinglang talking so much at other times, and most of them spoke on their own initiative.
To be continued...