Crossing Worlds Provocation

The small class is divided into classes, while the large class will be in the lecture hall with the whole grade.

As for the lessons the two students just behind, everyone would go to the lecture theatre to listen to them.

And that class started at two in the afternoon.

...

Life in school is very simple, always three points and one line.

Classes, canteens, dormitories.

Only after I went back for a nap at noon today, an accident happened.

There was a sudden power failure in the dormitory, the phone was not charged, and the alarm clock didn't ring. It didn't matter what happened. She opened her eyes at 2:10.

Immediately got up from the bed, simply put on a coat and went out with a scarf.

She hurried to the classroom along the way. As she ran, her chest rose and fell, and her face flushed slightly.

And when she finally arrived in the classroom, there were already many people in it.

It was full of people, and some came from other departments.

This class is a media class, and both linguistics and journalism will be linked to it.

The door to the class was hidden, and the professor who had been said by the girls was very powerful, his voice was constantly coming through the microphone.

Faintly passed into the corridor through the door panel.

Just listening, Xu Weiran suddenly felt a little confused.

How does this voice sound like... familiar?

As if heard before.

A faint figure appeared in Xu Weiran's mind, in Aden, Daocheng, in Lhasa, in a small bed and breakfast house in that mountain...

But these pictures only flashed by, fleeting, after all, she was trying to get in right now.

This was the first time she was late after school started, especially since it was still full of people, basically she couldn't even see a place.

Just when she was hesitating whether to go in, she suddenly heard the professor's words from inside:

"Today is the first class. Let's get to know each other first, so let's name it."

As soon as he said this, he started to roll the names of each class according to the specific major.

Xu Weiran: "..."

The hands holding the book tightened, and this operation completely made her give up the idea of ​​skipping class.

Seeing that they were almost in their class, she took a deep breath, held the book in one hand, knocked on the door with the other, then pushed directly away, and hurried in with her head low.

I hope that the professor didn't see it.

Of course, she didn't know if it was her illusion. She only felt that as soon as she came in, countless glances shot over. However, the most irritating thing was not the sight of those classmates, but from the podium.

Above the podium, Yu Guang faintly saw a tall figure in a suit and leather shoes.

Invisible, there was a harsh breath belonging to the professor.

"Xu Le...!"

"To...!"

As she came in, the professor named a person.

The classmates below were also very cooperative. When they went to, they all informed them, but who knew what happened afterwards, his naming action suddenly stopped.

After that, the line of sight seemed to grow on her, and his voice slowly came:

"This classmate, I will come in like this after being late, isn't it when my eyes are not good?"

As soon as she said this, her footsteps froze, and she just subconsciously wanted to apologize, but the moment she swept her gaze, she froze instantly.

"...?"

Xu Weiran just looked at the familiar man on the podium, his eyes suddenly enlarged.

[Author: I have been kneeling for the exam for these two days, I will make up tomorrow]

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