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A few people walked over, the classroom was very big, it was a lecture hall, and the voice of the professor in front of him lecturing echoed throughout the classroom.

Shen Qing walked in and sat at the back. The students in the last few rows were almost all going to sleep, and no one noticed that there were a few more people in the back row.

Standing on the podium, Jiang Ming was talking about ancient Chinese and Western historical phenomena. He looked over deeply, but couldn't see clearly. The man was quite tall, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and a denim jacket. , more like an artist.

Shen Qing listened very carefully, and kept her eyes fixed on Jiang Ming in front of her.

Lu Yuan sat next to him, although his eyes were looking directly at the podium, he scanned Shen Qing from the corner of his eye. Shen Qing was wearing a black knit jacket today, her neat black hair was a little fluffy, revealing her white and small ears. Although Shen Qing was thin , but thin and unobtrusive, and not as sharp-edged as Lu Yuan or Jiang Ziyang Qin Lang, with big phoenix eyes, thick eyelashes, straight and slightly raised nose bridge, thin lips that are slightly pursed at the moment, and a round chin.

Lu Yuan had an illusion that Shen Qing really seemed to be a college student, with a delicate and clean temperament, as gentle as jade.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Qing suddenly got up from her seat and walked towards Jiang Ming who was on the podium, only then did Lu Yuan realize that get out of class was over long ago, and all the students had left, not a single one was left.

Lu Yuan also got up, and patted Jiang Ziyang, who was sleeping soundly, and Qin Lang, who was about to fall asleep beside him.

The two woke up with a start.

Qin Lang immediately returned to his original upright state, Jiang Ziyang just woke up a little dazed, not knowing what happened.

Lu Yuan looked at the two people's policemen and felt that there was nothing to say.

Shen Qing had already walked beside Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming was collecting the textbooks used in the lecture just now. Feeling that there was someone more in front of him, he immediately raised his head and resumed his usual gentleness. "Is there anything you don't understand?"

Shen Qing smiled and nodded, "I have a lot of questions, can I talk to you alone?"

Jiang Ming looked him up and down, only to realize that this person was not his student.