Chen Fuyun immediately closed the door and quickly entered the house and put on clean clothes...

When Chen Fuyun opened the door again and appeared in front of Qingyi, his waist was straightened, his legs and feet were close together, and his slightly painful face was probably because his friend below suffered a little guilt when he was wearing pants just now.

At this time, isn’t there a punishment that is popular, called playing Gigi until she dies?

Of course, Chen Fuyun just pulled it out and tried it out.

It is necessary to look a little under the same roof of beautiful women, but you still have to take care of yourself in this kind of thing. Don’t try it easily if you are not a self-abuse person.

It's true that when Chen Fuyun, who had put on a suit, walked out the door, Qingyi looked at him with a slight appreciation without any trace.

Chen Fuyun is not very capable, but he is quite capable of capturing or appreciating the eyes of others, especially those who are good-looking girls.

While Qingyi looked at him, Chen Fuyun was also looking at her carefully.

Although the girl Qingyi is not the most handsome among the girls Chen Fuyun has ever seen, she is the gentlest, the youngest girl, and the most elegant girl.

Chen Fuyun thought that as pure and down-to-earth as a little lotus as his little wife Biyun, he was a model of a jasper in his family. Unexpectedly, the jasper in front of him had both a unique temperament. This was a bit contradictory and very unified.

In fact, this is not the reason why the girl in front of me attracted her attention. There is another very unknown reason, that is, every time I see Qingyi, a feeling of déjà vu will inevitably arise in Chen Fuyun's heart.

This feeling has not only not faded from the moment I first met her, but has become more and more intense.

It seemed that he felt Chen Fuyun's eyes were a little burning. Qingyi lowered her head, Feixia, and then handed him the exquisite porcelain bowl in her hand.

"Do you need side dishes? I'll go down and get some for the president."

Before Chen Fuyun could say thank you with a smile, Qingyi had already retracted her hand, lowered her head, twisted her waist, and walked quickly and turned downstairs.

Qingyi has never been a girl who blushed easily, but the Chen Fuyun we saw today really forced her to blush. The scene just now, as long as she thought about it, she blushed and could not face Chen Fuyun directly. When she finally adjusted her mind and dared to look at him directly, this guy was really unscrupulous.

However, the president looks a bit scholarly, but his figure is really good, especially there, it seems to be very...

Qingyi, what are you thinking? How can you think so? Qingyi called out in her heart.

"Sister Qingyi, you are still amazing. Brother Xingchen has been reluctant to get up. As soon as you go up, he smiles and opens the door for you." Zhang Xiaoyu pulled the porridge in the small bowl, her big eyes flashed and said with a little sourness.

"Sister Qingyi, what are you thinking? Have you heard me just talking?" Zhang Xiaoyu, who had not heard Qingyi reply, looked at Qingyi with a strange look on her face and asked with a strange look.

At this time, Qingyi came to her senses, smiled at Xiaoyu, and said, "It's okay, I was thinking about the ant tide I encountered in leveling yesterday, which was a little touched."

Zhang Xiaoyu's cute big eyes were filled with thoughtful expressions, and she said with a smile: "I also heard that the ant tide last night made many arrogant guys lose their lives. By the way, Sister Qingyi and Brother Xingchen could not escape at that time? Isn't his flying feather boots something that should be able to help him escape at a critical moment?"

Qingyi said: "In order to save me, the president was swallowed by... a very powerful ss. Well, Xiaoyu, I won't tell you anymore. I'll go and send some side dishes to the president."

After saying that, Qingyi took two plates of side dishes and walked upstairs gracefully.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at her and turned away, muttering: "Brother Xingchen, so he gave me Yixueang like this? Brother is really a person who values ​​friendship. However, every time he looks at Sister Qingyi, something seems wrong. No, if Brother Xingchen falls in love with Sister Qingyi, what will Sister Xiaowu do?"

Just as he was eating the side dishes upstairs, he was eating the bowl of chicken lotus seed soup, which was obviously taken care of by Qingyi, and Chen Fuyun felt relieved.

At this time, it should be very luxurious to eat the delicious and fragrant lotus seed soup.

Frog-flavored meat is beautiful, but it is not easy to cook in the kitchen.

It is another difficult problem to perfectly combine the two ingredients of this meat ape and light to make a soup that is both color, fragrance and flavor.

In Chen Fuyun's impression, except for his mother and Biyun who could make such a lotus seed soup that made him feel fragrant, the girl Qingyi in front of him seemed to taste slightly better than the first two. However, compared with the first two, Qingyi was the only one who lacked the essence, and Chen Fuyun was unwilling to taste it carefully. Of course, he was not savoring it, but was eating it voraciously.

Fortunately, the chicken lotus seed soup is very heavy, otherwise Chen Fuyun would not be able to withstand a few mouthfuls.

It is a rare blessing for a foodie like him to be able to live under the same roof as Qingyi.

After eating a lotus seed soup with fullness, Chen Fuyun felt refreshed and had 48,000 pores all over his body. The little fatigue left after staying up all night playing games last night also dissipated.

It is indeed a good thing to calm the mind and nourish the body.

"Brother Xingchen, you're almost late. You should go downstairs to clean up and go to class with me. Today's course is the most harsh class of Professor Mao Jianmao. If you're late, you'll be scolded."

Chen Fuyun was about to light a cigarette and sat at the small table with a golden knife to taste the aftertaste. Xiaoyu's voice was already heard.

When Chen Fuyun heard the name Mao Haijian, his tiger body trembled and subconsciously remembered the old-fashioned face of the elderly professor. That guy, as long as he saw him once, it would be hard to forget him.

But you really don’t know. There are not many children from Professor Mao’s class and the School of Art of Su University who dare to skip classes, or even a few who dare to be late. Professor Mao’s methods, as long as you have seen them once, you must not see them again.

Chen Fuyun was late last time and happened to meet Professor Mao’s class. He obviously saw it once, so he was a little scared and hurried downstairs to wash up, then accompanied Zhang Xiaoyu all the way to the school.

Dingling... Dinglingling...

Chen Fuyun and Zhang Xiaoyu rushed to the classroom and finally arrived at the classroom with the ringtone. When they were about to sneak in through the back door to class, Professor Mao's voice came in very out of time.

"Those two students who came in at the same time, please come to the front of the classroom."

Professor Mao's voice is a typical baritone, with a deep and strong trait, which is somewhat different from his gray hair and his face that has been wasted by the years.

Chen Fuyun's tiger body trembled slightly, and he looked at Xiaoyu embarrassedly, and thought to himself that something was wrong.

This university professor who has been rumored to have experienced turbulent times, squatted in a cowshed, criticized and even been insulted and beaten by his favorite students, has now entered the teaching hall again, and his requirements for students are so strict.

You may not read, but you may not be a human being!

Being able to study at Su University means that you already know how to study so much. If you don’t know how to be a human being, then I, Professor Mao, will teach you how to be a human being.

This is the basic teaching policy that Professor Mao has taught at Su University for ten years.

Think about it, in the turbulent era, the tragedy of people's hearts falling off occurred in a university professor. When the students he personally taught regarded themselves as enemies, how could Professor Mao not feel heartbroken?

Professor Mao, the vice president of the Art Academy, has heard of it. This guy became a monk halfway through and is a typical family member. He doesn’t seem to be very at ease in school. He even entered the bureau a few days ago, which has a great influence. When he first started class, he was 20 minutes late. What was the first impression he left on Professor Mao, how could he have a bad word?

Not to mention, there are few students in the School of Art of Su University who dare to be like Chen Fuyun, who is twenty minutes late, and dare to speak out loudly, saying "I got up a little late last night" to make excuse me.

Professor Mao was so angry!

For such people, Professor Mao has always been listed directly on the list of old people and is on the list of must-have results for the final period.

If this kid hadn't had the relationship with the dean Tang Zhongxun, I'm afraid Vice President Mao would have called his counselor to return the product. You must know that in this art academy, he is the largest student who asked to withdraw from students.

Those who are late for three times in class and have no normal reason are required to leave.

Those who skip classes for no reason and have no tutors to ask for leave, please withdraw.

In class, I lowered my head to play with my phone, sat in the back row and talked about my love and love, and I told those who didn’t listen three times, please leave.

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Chapter completed!