Chapter 112

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Because she stayed in bed slowly and refused to go to school, the morning of this day was a bit rushed. After walking out of the house, Su Ting didn't dare to buy the breakfast that took time to make when she passed the early shop. She queued up for a cup of soy milk and bought two deep-fried dough sticks , and hurried to the nursery with her.

After arriving at the nursery, she put the fried dough sticks and soy milk on the desk slowly, and asked the teacher to help her to watch her eat, and said: "Mom came to pick you up in the afternoon, and left in a hurry." The distance from the nursery to the school , Su Ting can be said to be running all the way.

What's more unfortunate is that although Su Ting has a brief understanding of the distribution of the school's teaching buildings, she has only reported for three days, and she doesn't live in the school, so she is not familiar with the school. The class schedule was only pasted on the classroom wall last night, so she didn't have time to go around the classroom after self-study next night.

Coupled with the fact that she was going to be late soon, she was nervous, and she was in a daze after entering the school. She didn't know where to go, and she asked several times before she found the classroom where the class was held.

By this time the class bell had already rang.

Fortunately, the professor in class has a good personality. Thinking that today is the first day of class, she may not be familiar with the campus, and she was running in a mess, so she just said "don't be late next time" and let her into the classroom.

After entering, Su Ting looked around and chose to sit next to Ma Yan again. Originally, there was a schoolbag on the seat next to Ma Yan. Seeing Su Ting coming, she picked up the schoolbag consciously, stuffed it into the belly of the table, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here so late?"

The professor, afraid to speak, opened his notebook and wrote: Sending my daughter to the nursery was a waste of time, did the professor take a roll?

The roll call is related to the credits, so she can't ignore it.

Ma Yan didn't speak, just shook her head slightly.

Su Ting breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and concentrated on listening to the class.

Maybe it was the first class at the beginning of the school year. What the teacher said was not profound, and the students in the class responded enthusiastically. Every time the professor asked a question, a bunch of people raised their hands.

This is also the biggest difference between students in the 1970s and 50 years later.

When Su Ting was in college in her previous life, only two or three kittens would raise their hands when the professor asked a question. Most people were afraid of being called up to answer the question. This situation is not limited to Su Ting's class, and many of her classmates who have gone to other schools are also like this.

Of course, if the teacher's lectures are very interesting, or if he is particularly good-looking, the situation will change.

Therefore, compared with many students in the class, Su Ting was silent, and she never raised her hand after a class.

At this time, those who can be admitted to university are basically eager to learn, so there is no need to maintain discipline in class, and the classroom is very quiet. But after class, it was a different scene. As the bell rang, the students relaxed, or sat and chatted together, or walked out of the classroom to fight in the corridor, or went to the toilet together.

And Su Ting took out the soya-bean milk fritters from her bag, and after taking them to the nursery in the morning, she ran all the way and didn't have time to eat at all. She was already so hungry that her chest was stuck to her back.

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