Zhao Lingfei raised her head and listened to the words of the academy gentleman on Xingtai with a focused expression.

But after a while, Liu Mei gradually frowned towards the middle.

She could understand every word that the gentleman on the stage said, but even with all the twists and turns that came together, she couldn't figure out what he was talking about.

And the allusions and sage quotes that Mr. Academy picked up at his fingertips gave her even more headaches.

Why is it so difficult? It is much boring than those poems and songs...

Zhao Lingfei wrinkled her little nose and let out a sigh of relief. She lowered her head and flipped through the annotation book just sent by a college student.

After hearing the topic assigned by her husband, she buried her pretty face in the book, looking for an explanation of a certain "Sage Says".

For a moment, some noise in the lecture hall reached Zhao Lingfei's ears, as if some college students were handing out manuscripts...

She bit her lip, with a serious face, and turned the pages page by page.

at some point.

There were footsteps near the table.

The light dimmed.

A man's hand placed a piece of rice paper on the table, next to the book Zhao Lingfei was reading.

Without raising her head, she took out a bare hand and took it from the big hand in her peripheral vision.

Just a few breaths later, the man was still standing by the table, still blocking the light from the side.

Zhao Lingfei's newly relaxed brows frowned slightly again.

But before she could react, the man at the table who seemed to be staring at her, which she found a little annoying, sat down on the table next to her.

It seems that he is not leaving.

Zhao Lingfei's pretty face was cold, and she suddenly turned her head, her eyes indifferent.

The man's eyes were warm and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Zhao Rong greeted her gaze with a smile.

Zhao Lingfei's pupils shrank suddenly, her clear eyes reflecting this extremely familiar face.

Like a pool of clear water, it finally holds the bright moon in its arms.

The moon in the water is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is... my sweetheart.

In the back corner of the Four Seasons Hall, there is a pair of childhood sweethearts, looking at each other.

The lectures in the front are still continuing, but this small corner in the back belongs to Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.

Well, strictly speaking, they are not counted as two people, because... a certain student with a special ability was worried that another student with a special ability would cause trouble, so he followed him to the back row. After handing out the rice paper, Yu was not far away from the two of them.

I found a seat and sat down...

However, at this time, the two of them did not pay any attention to Fan Yushu.

Zhao Rong smiled brightly and winked at Zhao Lingfei with a proud look.

Xiao Qingjun, you let me find you, right? What if you hide in the Taiqing Mansion at the end of the world?

All mountains and seas can be leveled.

Zhao Lingfei tried her best to keep a cold face, but the person she missed day and night was right in front of her, so she still couldn't keep her face straight, and her eyes were a little wandering.

At this time, when she saw Zhao Rong's winking look, she was immediately stunned, but then she realized that it seemed like he was flirting, and now she was still "investigating" him...

Zhao Lingfei took a breath, immediately calmed down her expression, turned back and continued to lower her head, reading the book seriously.

When Zhao Rong saw that Qingjun was ignoring him, he coughed lightly, turned around and looked around, ignoring the widened eyes of a certain student with special skills.

He found that Mr. Yan on Xingtai was drinking tea and taking a break, not paying attention to the people below, while the students in the front row were doing questions with their heads covered, and many students were even consulting the brothers and sisters from the academy on the side.

Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at Zhao Lingfei, who was biting her lip and sullen, staring at the white paper "seriously" doing the questions, and raised her eyebrows.

He moved the case in front of him towards Zhao Lingfei.

Suddenly.

Their two tables were joined together.

Zhao Rong rubbed his knees to the left and knelt down beside Zhao Lingfei with a smile.

Very, very close.

Zhao Lingfei moved to the left without raising her head, followed by Zhao Rong.

If she moved again, he would follow her.

Even closer, I can already feel his temperature.

Zhao Lingfei's breathing was slightly suffocated.

The side has reached the edge of the table and cannot be moved any further.

She suddenly turned her head and stared at Zhao Rong with her beautiful eyes, her expression extremely disgusting.

Zhao Rong smiled warmly.

Zhao Lingfei stared for a while, but the man's gentle gaze was like poison, and she was defeated first.

For some reason, Zhao Lingfei suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She sniffed slightly, turned her head, no longer looked at Zhao Rong, and stared straight at the untouched white paper on the table.

When Zhao Rong saw Zhao Lingfei's incomprehensible eyes, his heart suddenly hurt, and he carefully observed Zhao Lingfei's expression.

He held his hands on the table, looked at Zhao Lingfei's face test, and then looked at the scripture questions on the table.

"Fool, it's like this..."

Zhao Rong gently took the pen from Zhao Lingfei's hand. Her warmth and fragrance were still on the penholder. He wrote lightly and told Zhao Lingfei this sutra question in a gravelly voice.

Zhao Lingfei had no expression on her face, staring at the white paper written by Zhao Rong, listening to his explanation without saying a word.

at some point.

She secretly glanced at Zhao Rong's serious profile.

The two of them were quite close, so their noses occasionally touched each other's breath.

Warm and itchy.

Time passed minute by minute.

"...Okay, that's it, Qingjun, do you understand, or I'll say it again." Zhao Rong turned around and looked at Zhao Lingfei seriously.

Zhao Lingfei stared at the white paper without looking at him, and nodded.

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded to mean that he understood, or did he not understand and would like to continue talking?

But before he could ask again.

Mr. Yan on the apricot platform in front announced loudly that get out of class was over.

All the students in the hall got up one after another, and the Four Seasons Hall became noisy.

Seeing this, Zhao Lingfei stood up quickly, folded and put away the rice paper filled with Zhao Rong's words, and ran away in a slight panic.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, did not chase him, and watched him leave.

Just when her figure was about to leave and disappear, she suddenly remembered something and shouted:

"Qingjun, I wrote you a letter. It's at the concierge of your monastery!"
Chapter completed!