Give me back my tail

Ji Rong's memory stopped, and the person arrived.

Qian Nuo just sent him back and wanted to go out for a while. He originally wanted to take Ji Rong with him, but Ji Rong refused because "the first day of school starts tomorrow".

Ji Ronggou/Yuren's class is the last in the class, but he is doing very well in school. In June this year, he became the first college student of the Fox Demon Clan in hundreds of years, which is also a good story.

However, University B arranged the military training in autumn and winter in a humane manner, which allowed Ji Rong to avoid exposure to the sun, but also reduced the opportunities for contact between classmates.

He just recovered from the embarrassment and embarrassment, and changed into a little nervous about meeting strangers. He couldn't help but dig out the class schedule posted in the group a few days ago to familiarize himself with it.

The school loves to seize the stamina trained by the freshman in high school, and almost wants to put all the courses in the first row.Ji Rong looked over and saw that the schedule was full of different color maps, and there would be four major festivals tomorrow.

The one with the longest name is at the end. It is called ancient characters and inscriptions. It is one of the most important courses in the archeology major that Ji Rong is in. It covers a wide range of subjects and is an open class, so there are many people taking it.

There are so many that are beyond Ji Rong's imagination.

They used the same classroom for the third and fourth classes. Ji Rong came late at noon and sat in the last row by the door.

And when the get out of class bell rang, it was even more terrifying.

The flow of people rushed in like a crowded subway, and Ji Rong sat on the outermost edge, afraid of being dragged away several times.In the end, there were not even enough seats. There were people sitting on the steps in the classroom, and there were two rows standing in the back row.

Ji Rong always had the illusion that he came to see the show.

On his left sat a girl who was the first to squeeze in. She might have run too fast, but after sitting down, she kicked and said, "I'm so exhausted, if the real person is not handsome later on, I'll give you my head." Unscrew."

"How could it be?" The girl who was talking to her put her head against her and pointed at the screen of the phone, "This picture is not edited at all, it just looks like this."

Ji Rong listened to it for a while, but didn't pay attention any more. After the class bell rang, he opened the book, and suddenly heard another loud voice: "...I want a sweet teacher-student relationship!"

Ji Rong froze for a moment, and suddenly realized the reason why this class was so lively, and in the next second, the reason came in with a book in his arms.

He didn't seem surprised to see so many people, he walked to the center calmly, then turned around, pushed his glasses, and glanced down the stage.

There was a burst of suppressed shouts and discussions in the classroom, and the girl next to Ji Rong cursed: "A real person is more handsome, okay?"

The real person is very handsome. The teacher who came in had his hair cut very short, and he wore a pair of metal-rimmed glasses on his face. It matched the white shirt on his body with a gentle manner, which properly concealed the natural sharpness of his facial features.

Ji Rong seemed to be hit by something suddenly, and stared at him absent-mindedly. It seemed that he calmly knocked on the table amidst a bunch of unknown cheers, signaling for everyone to quiet down.

"Hi everyone." He smiled at everyone.

The screams in the classroom that had subsided instantly rang out again, as if seeing the teacher's laissez-faire, the girls also became bolder, cheering with some "teacher, you are so handsome", "teacher, do you have a girlfriend" and "I skipped class to see you" and other remarks.

"Skipping class is not acceptable." A joke was said on the podium, and there was another burst of laughter underneath.

Ji Rong didn't participate in it, nor did he show some unfriendly jealous expressions like the few other male students. He just sat dully, watching the man turn around amidst laughter, and wrote Zhao Zecheng three on the blackboard. words.

Zhao Zecheng pushed down his glasses and said, "Remember my name, I have to take an exam at the end of the semester."

It turned out that his name was Zhao Zecheng, Ji Rong thought so, and then he became flustered belatedly.

And Zhao Zecheng seemed to have received some kind of induction. The room was full of people, and for some reason, he could suddenly lock his eyes on the face of Ji Rong who was sitting in the last row.

Seeing Zhao Zecheng staring at him, Ji Rong smiled slowly, his expression changed from surprise to complacency, as if he had caught some lost and found prey, the same as when Ji Rong met his eyes for the first time.

"A teacher is as good as he is handsome," Zhao Zecheng joked with everyone, "but some people can't just stare at the teacher in a daze, and don't even read the book."

Ji Rong reacted, he quickly lowered his head, looked at the first page of his textbook, and his face gradually turned red.

The little girl next to her never stopped talking about the teacher in class, and discussed in detail the possibility of a teacher-student relationship.While listening to their descriptions, Ji Rong also listened to Zhao Zecheng's low-pitched voice giving lectures, and he could always remember how this voice spoke in his ear.

Zhao Zecheng's lecture style is also much more interesting than the old professors in the morning. He can mobilize the enthusiasm of the students and is very interactive. While speaking, he asks questions and walks slowly around the classroom. The long-cherished wish of distance contact.

"The earliest characters in China are oracle bone inscriptions. I believe everyone knows that," Zhao Zecheng stopped when he walked to Ji Rong, and said expansively, "But do you know how it was discovered in the first place?"

Ji Rong swallowed, he lowered his head, and could see Zhao Zecheng's hand casually hanging aside, with some chalk dust stained between the white cuff and the slender knuckles.

Ji Rong stared at it, and suddenly thought, this hand has touched other things before, and touched him for nothing.

And in the next second, the hand was slowly lifted up in his field of vision.

Ji Rong's nape was lightly rubbed, and Zhao Zecheng's voice and speed of speech remained unchanged: "It was first discovered in traditional Chinese medicine."

Ji Rong's back was a little stiff, he raised his head helplessly, and felt Zhao Zecheng's fingers leave the skin of the back of his neck, and then slide down a little bit, as if he was very tired, he supported the corner of Ji Rong's table.

The little girls in the university are also very talkative, Zhao Zecheng really came over, the two girls next to Ji Rong lowered their heads lower than Ji Rong, and they didn't dare to look up at all.

Zhao Zecheng stared at Ji Rong unscrupulously. He played a set of pictographically changing flash on the ppt, and when the attention of the class was attracted, he asked Ji Rong softly, "Why are you here?"

Before Ji Rong answered, he asked again: "Why did you leave early that day?"

Zhao Zecheng's tone was a little different from that of the lecture, it was more intimate and ambiguous, as if the relationship between the two was already very close.

Ji Rong felt a little wronged. The person who wanted to ask P suddenly became his teacher. If the appointment was successful, it would be fine. Woe to him.

"Obviously you left first." Ji Rong's voice was so small that he could hardly hear it.

Zhao Zecheng lowered his head and moved his head closer to the ground: "What?"

The seats in the classroom were not designed to be high, and Zhao Zecheng was very tall. He leaned down, as if he was hugging Ji Rong with his body.

This time, even the little girl next to Ji Rong felt it, and couldn't help but tilt her head, looking at Zhao Zecheng's movements in surprise.Zhao Zecheng also paused for a moment, then bent his lips towards the girl calmly, and went to read Ji Rong's book.

"Your name is Ji Rong?" Zhao Zecheng said.

Ji Rong didn't speak, Zhao Zecheng stood up straight, let go of the hand supporting Ji Rong's table corner, and half-truthfully said: "I remember your name, be more serious in class next time."

After the slide show finished, Zhao Zecheng resumed his lecture, leaving only Ji Rong with a red face, unable to listen to anything.

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