love me again

"I don't think you should learn advanced mathematics, go learn reincarnation, learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, it is better to have a good father." Teacher Song's eyes were bulging, and his stomach was bulging, like a big frog.

Tao Mian was still sound asleep, drowsy and drooling.

"The classmate in the last row!" Song Lifang yelled. He had been paying attention to the boy in the last row for a long time, and fell asleep every time. He had endured it for a long time.

Of course Tao Mian couldn't hear him, he was still dreaming, and the dreams he had in the high math class were all beautiful dreams.

Last week I dreamed of winning the lottery, last week I dreamed of being a luxury cruise ship, and today I dreamed of a tall and handsome guy, who is still his favorite.

No, isn't this handsome guy his childhood sweetheart's brother next door, the son of the Mo family, Mo Hanqian?

Song Lifang angrily walked to the last row, only to hear the sleeping fair boy gurgling, spit out some vague syllables, and smiled foolishly, with saliva dripping down his chin.

"Hey." Tao Mian smiled foolishly.

Sitting next to him was his roommate Qian Shunfeng. Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly poked his roommate who was drooling while sleeping soundly.

Mr. Song smoked from his seven orifices and was about to reach the ignition point. He grabbed the cap of Tao Mian's sweater and picked him up like a chicken.

Tao Mian was still in the dream, and suddenly felt that he was going to be out of breath. The handsome guy in front of him turned into a chunky high math teacher.

"Ah—" Tao Mian was startled and cried out. The whole class roared with laughter, and Teacher Song's lips trembled in anger.

The university class is not as strict as high school. As long as it is not too much, Mr. Song thinks he is a Buddhist teacher, so he will turn a blind eye, but this boy who often wears a black sweater is always late and does not say anything Sleeps like a pig every class!

He couldn't bear it anymore, and finally broke out today.

"What's your student number!"

This is the sentence that college students are most afraid of. When the teacher asks the student number, it usually means that the usual points will be deducted.

Tao Mian's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the sky was about to fall, the final exam would surely kill her, and if her usual points were deducted again, if he didn't fail, who would fail?

Tao Mian quickly subdued: "Teacher, I'm sorry..."

He has a pleasing appearance, long eyelashes and big eyes, fair skin without any blemishes, a softer voice, and pretends to be pitiful by blinking his eyes. Tao Mian wants to get away with it, but Teacher Song doesn't like being cute.

"Student number!" He repeated in a raised voice.

"Yao... [-]... [-]..." Tao Mian lowered her head.

Teacher Song glared at him, then went on to give lectures.

Tao Mian sat down, didn't feel sleepy anymore, and couldn't listen to the class. He couldn't understand anything. He listened very hard at first, staring at Teacher Song without blinking, just like a fan looking at idols for a long time. He even knew how many moles Mr. Song had on his face and how many wrinkles there were when he frowned, but he still couldn't understand what he said.

The more he can't understand, the more sleepy he is. There are three periods in a high math class, and he will definitely fall asleep before the third class.

After class, he quickly ran to Teacher Song, hoping that the teacher would accommodate him.

Song Lifang ignored his pleading, and said coldly, "If you pass the final exam, your usual score will naturally be higher."

Tao Mian: "..."

cold.