I don’t know how long it took, but Song Yingwan grabbed the last bit of reason and pushed the person on her body softly, "Okay, I'm going to be late..."
The man's warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, and his voice was hoarse and low, "Okay, wait a moment."
Song Yingwan looked up at the chandelier on the roof, bit her lower lip, and exhaled, "It's really okay. Thank you. Please let me go first."
Xie Ci lowered his head and gave her a deep look, then turned over and lay on his back on the bed, raising a hand to cover his eyes to calm the surge in his body.
Song Yingwan quickly sat up, straightened the clothes that had fallen to her shoulders, and whispered, "I'm going to wash my face first. You... come out quickly, you're really going to be late."
She got out of bed and ran out without waiting for the person behind her to respond. Maybe she was in a hurry and failed to grasp the force when closing the door, making a loud sound, but Song Yingwan was not in the mood to care about this at this time.
When the room returned to calm again, he slowly raised the corners of his lips and said in a low voice, "You little heartless one."
The two of them hurriedly hurriedly hurried. One minute before class, Song Yingwan finally stepped into the classroom. Lin Ying, who was sitting in the back, waved to her, "Yingwan, why are you here so late today? We thought you had something to ask for leave. ”
Song Yingwan ran up from downstairs in one breath. Her breath was still unsteady. She panted lightly and said, "I... I was delayed by something today. Fortunately, I was not late."
Lin Ying nodded in response, "Fortunately, I caught up. This teacher is the most severe. If you are caught being late once, you will never have a good life in the future."
Song Yingwan was also frightened, and she couldn't help but blush when she thought about the reason why she was almost late. She was a little annoyed at her lack of determination, and secretly thought in her heart that there would never be another time.
"Hello, students, let's start today's class now..."
A voice came from the podium, and Song Yingwan quickly gathered her thoughts and focused on the textbook.
The classroom is spacious and bright, and the air is filled with the smell of chalk and books. The students sometimes lower their heads to think, and sometimes look up at the blackboard. The sound of the pen tip rustling on the paper and the teacher's loud lecture sound merge into a beautiful piece of music. The blackboard The writing on it is neat and clean.
As the sound of "get out of class is over" sounded, Western Zhou's voices started to get mixed up.
Everyone was clearing away things on the table when the teacher suddenly spoke again, "Excuse me for two minutes, who is Song Yingwan?"
Song Yingwan was still thinking about a knowledge point taught in class. She was a little confused, so she didn't hear what the teacher said clearly. Lin Ying suddenly reacted, pushed her arm, and whispered, "Yingwan, The teacher calls you."
Song Yingwan came to his senses, stood up quickly, and said, "Teacher."
This teacher is in his fifties or sixties and has decades of teaching experience. He usually has strict requirements in class. Most students don't dare to have any tricks in his class because he doesn't show any kindness.
At this time, he had an unclear emotion on his face and asked, "Are you Song Yingwan?"
Song Yingwan nodded and responded, "Yes."
The teacher reached out and pressed down, motioning her to sit down, and then said, "Song Yingwan did the best job on the homework I left last time. You can learn more from her in the future."
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them looked over. Those who can be admitted to Beijing University have their own self-esteem and pride. They will not easily admit that others are better than themselves, but those who can be praised by teachers in public, especially this most senior Strict teacher, others are really curious about Song Yingwan, wondering what kind of homework she did before she was praised in public by the teacher.
Suddenly, the whole class's attention was focused.
Although many people had some impressions of Song Yingwan before, they were only based on her appearance and temperament. Some people did not care about these. They believed that strength was more important than appearance.
So this time, Song Yingwan came into everyone's sight with another new image.
Miao Miao put her hand to cover her lips and gave Song Yingwan a thumbs up, with a smile in her eyes.
Song Yingwan smiled softly, but she didn't feel much ups and downs in her heart. After all, she had been writing manuscripts for so many years. If she were to be on the same level as these new students, then all her previous efforts might be in vain and meaningless. .
She wasn't so proud of today's praise, but she was still very happy. It was also an appreciation for the results of her hard work.
After returning home in the evening, Song Yingwan rushed into Xie Ci's arms, looked up at him, and curled up the corners of her mouth, "Our teacher praised me in class today and said I did a good job in my homework."
He hooked her waist in thanks, and there was a smile in his eyes, "Really, you are awesome."
Then he said, "What reward do you want?"
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Can there be a reward for this?"
Thank you and nod without hesitation, "Of course, if you perform so well, of course you will be rewarded."
The curve of the girl's lips couldn't help but deepen, and she whispered softly, "Is it so good?"
Xie Ci raised her chin with one hand and said warmly, "Speak quickly, don't wait until it's too late."
Song Yingwan turned around in her mind and frowned slightly, "I don't know what reward I want. I don't seem to lack anything."
Xie Ci's eyes were deep and he said, "It's not necessarily something I'm missing, I can have anything I want."
Song Yingwan thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, "Can I owe it first? I really can't figure it out."
Thank you, "Okay."
Xie Ci pulled her to sit down on the chair, and frowned, "I have to go home tomorrow. Can you ride to school by yourself?" There was discussion in his tone.
Song Yingwan smiled slightly, held his hand and said, "Of course, don't forget that I can also ride a bicycle."
"Okay, I'll go out with you tomorrow. Don't ride too fast on the road. Don't be in a hurry."
"Ok, I know."
Thinking of something, she asked softly, "Are you going home because of Jiang Meilin's visit today?"
Xie Ci's expression calmed down a bit, "She is not worthy of my spending so much thought, and it's not just for that matter. There are some things I want to discuss with grandpa."
Song Yingwan nodded clearly, "Then when can you come back?"
Xie Ci's eyes moved slightly, and there was a soft color in his eyes, "If it's quick, I can be back before noon, if it's slow, it will be in the afternoon."
Song Yingwan thought for a while and said, "Then you'd better come back in the afternoon. It's hard to go back. If you have a meal with your grandparents, they will definitely be very happy."
Xie Ci lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Then I can't come back to accompany you."
Song Yingwan said softly, "I can eat at school with my roommates, not alone."
