Chapter 949: His class representative (1)

Xu Weiran froze in place like that, staring at the man on the podium blankly.
Just looking at the person who couldn't be more familiar with more than a month ago, at this time, he appeared in front of her with this identity and image.
For a moment, she even thought she had hallucinations before her eyes.
Cheng Dongyuan on the stage raised his hand and pushed down the glasses under the bridge of his nose. He would only wear them during class.
Now he looked at her calmly, and said:
"This classmate, I was caught late for my class for the first time, so let's say, how can you punish you best?"
After that, he suddenly closed the roll and looked at her seriously.
But despite her serious look, she seemed to catch a trace of teasing from the bottom of his eyes.
Xu Weiran: "...?"
She deeply doubted that this was Cheng Dongyuan or some of his twin brothers, but at the moment, she turned around holding the book and stood up straight, coughed, and said sorry:
"Sorry teacher, I didn't mean it, you can punish me whatever you want."
At the end, she lowered her head and looked ashamed.
Cheng Dongyuan raised his eyebrows slightly when watching her, oh?
In Aden, Daocheng before, what happened when it was cold and fierce at him?
His eyes flickered slightly, and when he spoke again, his slender index finger was slightly bent, knocked on the table, and a sentence fell lightly:
"My class is your first time. I don't have a class representative yet."
As soon as these words came out, the rows of girls underneath suddenly brightened their eyes, each of them lit up, raising their hands and saying, "I, I, I!"
"Teacher I would like to be...!"
Many people in the lecture hall raised their hands!
Just kidding, being able to be Professor Cheng's class representative will definitely have a close relationship with the teacher, and their teacher is a top producer in China, not only is handsome and educated, but also has an unusual network background.
Who doesn't want to learn more.
Of course, Cheng Dongyuan seemed to have not heard it, his gaze faintly swept over the people below, and finally fell on her, and he said something unhurriedly:
"Just punish you for being my class representative, and urge you to come every class, otherwise this semester's school will want it separately."
Xu Weiran: "I—"
"This classmate, if you have any objections, let's talk about it after class. Don't delay classmates now."
What he said was so grand-sounding, so serious.
Nothing is mixed with selfishness-like love.
Xu Weiran: "..."
It turned out to be his class representative. If it were other classes, it would be okay. After becoming his class representative, she only felt that her throat was invisibly strangled, and she couldn't breathe for a while. .
For a time, there was a lot of confusion in my mind, and a lot of previous pictures poured into it.
Xu Weiran didn't know how he got to his class roommate.
Because the roommate didn't go back to the bedroom today, so naturally no one would wake her up when the alarm clock broke.
After Xu Weiran sat on the chair, her roommate grabbed her arm with excitement, and said something in a low voice, but she couldn't hear it anymore.
Just looking at the people talking on the podium in front, she felt the fantasy of the world again.
It's him.
It really is him.
In Aden, Daocheng, he wore casual and simple clothes, not overcoats, but sweaters and windbreakers.
There is an elegant idleness.
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