The enthusiasm of freshmen is not only reflected in the moment they first entered the campus and walked into the dormitory, but also in the first class of college for them. Through hours or night of social experience in the same house, the noisy sounds of men and women appear quite crowded in the huge staircase classroom. There are few people who keep quiet in groups of conversations, laughing, and peeking.
Unless it is because of the personality or communication is possible, it is obvious that Yuan Xiaosong, who is sitting in the back row, takes up a little of both.
Hey, buddy, is anyone sitting next to you? Do you suggest me to come over?
Just as Yuan Xiaosong ignored the surroundings and quietly looked down at his phone alone, suppressing the inexplicable embarrassment, a boy's voice came over him.
Well, no, you can sit down.
Yuan Xiaosong looked up and was a young man with long hair and looked very sunny. He was very tall, probably about 1.8 meters tall.
Hey, thanks!
The man heard Komatsu's answer, smiled, put his schoolbag on the table, stretched his waist and sat down.
Because he rarely has the experience of dealing with same-sex people, he still doesn't know what to say, so when Yuan Xiaosong faces the teenager around him, he doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, hesitates for a few seconds, then takes back his phone and looks back to see what he looks like.
Huh, I finally got it done. I said Ah, the city was so hot that the school was big, but today I was running around for the report and almost exhausted.
Fortunately, the boy beside him seemed to be familiar with him. Although Komatsu did not speak actively, he still found the topic and chatted.
Oh... Did you report it today?
I feel that it is a bit rude to look at my phone now. When I heard the boy around me chatting actively, Komatsu also put down his phone and took the initiative to talk.
Including elementary school, junior high school, and high school, this may be the only time he chatted with a boy of his age.
Regarding Ah, I had something to do at home yesterday, so I forgot to report it, but I came only today when school started.
In this way, under the eyes of a group of girls, two handsome guys of different styles talked to each other. Although they didn't know their names, for some fujo girls, their height, appearance, and distinctive appearance were enough to imagine a story full of love.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce it. My name is Zhang Bin, Shuangmulin's Bin. Don't look at me like this. In fact, if I count this year, I am 20 years old. Hahaha, I seem to be in the third year without realizing it.
My name is Yuan Xiaosong...
Seeing the other party's hand stretched out, Yuan Xiaosong seemed a little helpless. After panic for a while, he realized, hurriedly held it up, and also hesitated to introduce it.
I'm 19 years old...
Yuan Xiaosong... Your name tastes like the original Chinese textbook protagonist. The school must be good. By the way, have you not had a rest recently? I feel that your face is a bit bad?
That's right, because of some messy things...
That won't work. No matter what happens, you can't delay your rest. In fact, sometimes you don't have to think too much. After all, where can the bad things go bad? You think so?
Well... Anyway, I think there should be no worse result than now.
Ha, it seems that Matsuko, you are still a man with a story. Forget it, let’s talk about these things, let’s talk about the beauties. How about it? Why are there anyone in the class who meets each other?
This...is not available for the time being.
Tsk, brothers Ah, you have a high vision, but that's right, you're so handsome, you can't choose a girlfriend, but you have to pay attention. I just saw several girls staring at you secretly. It's probably not long before someone will ask you for prestige.
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In this way, Yuan Xiaosong and Zhang Bin chatted in a mess. Yuan Xiaosong, who was originally silent and embarrassed, gradually relaxed and joined the hustle and bustle of the stairs classroom. In fact, he was not as cold as he looked on. It was just that the junior and senior high school incidents made him gradually close his heart. Now there is a boy of his peers who are willing to understand him, so he has of course slowly opened his heart. Of course, this does not mean that Yuan Xiaosong has told everything. After all, he just has a low emotional intelligence, not a low IQ.
The conversation between the two lasted for more than ten minutes like the surrounding environment. It was not until an aunt in her forties with a slightly white hair walked in from outside the classroom with a briefcase that the noise gradually faded and returned to the tranquility that originally belonged to the classroom.
Ah…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Although he was sitting at the back, Zhang Bin, who had excellent eyesight, still saw the aunt's appearance. He was just now excited to imagine the future, and he suddenly became like a frosted eggplant, wilted.
A beautiful teacher may not be good either. Aren’t such an aunt much better? It would be even better if it was a male teacher.
Seeing Zhang Bin's decadent look, Yuan Xiaosong wanted to laugh a little, and answered directly without thinking. After he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Bin's alert eyes, and quickly shook his hand and explained in panic.
No, that, I don’t mean that, I just feel that this is good, at least, at least I can attend class with peace of mind, right?
However, no matter how Yuan Xiaosong explains, Zhang Bin's eyes were still very strange, but this strange slowly turned into teasing. Then the boy laughed and hugged Yuan Xiaosong's neck and joked.
It's okay, brother, although the taste is a little different, I won't dislike you, and don't say that if you look like women's clothing like this, it might look pretty good, and I'm not bad.
Get out, I'm normal.
In a rare relaxation, Yuan Xiaosong pushed Zhang Bin away, then looked at the podium with a slightly red face, and Zhang Bin didn't care. After laughing, he took out his cell phone and patted him everywhere. I wonder what he was doing.
Hello, all the students, I am your class teacher, Chinese language major teacher. My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Xia. You can just call me Teacher Wang.
Maybe because Yuan Xiaosong and the others were sitting at the back, the teacher who just came in didn't see what he said. Instead, after sorting out the microphone, he turned on the electronic screen, wrote down his contact information and then said routinely.
I originally planned to come with the counselor and department chair today to introduce to the students, but because the school has just started and there are many things to do, this opportunity will be put to the next time. Let's find some time to introduce to the students your main teachers. Then, because today is a class, we don't talk about any professional knowledge, so we will introduce to the students our school and some daily class rules and regulations. Then, find time to select some class cadres. As for self-introduction, we are not primary school students. There is no need to come up one by one. In the future, I will slowly get to know everyone. At the same time, I also hope...
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The first class in college is very magical. No matter what place, what kind of teacher, what kind of major, or what kind of school it is, what they often say are basically the same things, introducing class rules, selecting class cadres, establishing class groups, etc.
It was as if the university agreed across the country, these processes were essential, but for Yuan Xiaosong, these had nothing to do with him. After all, he did not want to be a class cadre and did not want to show off. Spending through college safely was his biggest idea at the moment. So after listening for a while, he turned his attention back to his phone. Zhang Bin, who was originally lively, didn't know why, suddenly stopped talking, but kept looking at his phone and replying to some messages.
Unless it is because of the personality or communication is possible, it is obvious that Yuan Xiaosong, who is sitting in the back row, takes up a little of both.
Hey, buddy, is anyone sitting next to you? Do you suggest me to come over?
Just as Yuan Xiaosong ignored the surroundings and quietly looked down at his phone alone, suppressing the inexplicable embarrassment, a boy's voice came over him.
Well, no, you can sit down.
Yuan Xiaosong looked up and was a young man with long hair and looked very sunny. He was very tall, probably about 1.8 meters tall.
Hey, thanks!
The man heard Komatsu's answer, smiled, put his schoolbag on the table, stretched his waist and sat down.
Because he rarely has the experience of dealing with same-sex people, he still doesn't know what to say, so when Yuan Xiaosong faces the teenager around him, he doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, hesitates for a few seconds, then takes back his phone and looks back to see what he looks like.
Huh, I finally got it done. I said Ah, the city was so hot that the school was big, but today I was running around for the report and almost exhausted.
Fortunately, the boy beside him seemed to be familiar with him. Although Komatsu did not speak actively, he still found the topic and chatted.
Oh... Did you report it today?
I feel that it is a bit rude to look at my phone now. When I heard the boy around me chatting actively, Komatsu also put down his phone and took the initiative to talk.
Including elementary school, junior high school, and high school, this may be the only time he chatted with a boy of his age.
Regarding Ah, I had something to do at home yesterday, so I forgot to report it, but I came only today when school started.
In this way, under the eyes of a group of girls, two handsome guys of different styles talked to each other. Although they didn't know their names, for some fujo girls, their height, appearance, and distinctive appearance were enough to imagine a story full of love.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce it. My name is Zhang Bin, Shuangmulin's Bin. Don't look at me like this. In fact, if I count this year, I am 20 years old. Hahaha, I seem to be in the third year without realizing it.
My name is Yuan Xiaosong...
Seeing the other party's hand stretched out, Yuan Xiaosong seemed a little helpless. After panic for a while, he realized, hurriedly held it up, and also hesitated to introduce it.
I'm 19 years old...
Yuan Xiaosong... Your name tastes like the original Chinese textbook protagonist. The school must be good. By the way, have you not had a rest recently? I feel that your face is a bit bad?
That's right, because of some messy things...
That won't work. No matter what happens, you can't delay your rest. In fact, sometimes you don't have to think too much. After all, where can the bad things go bad? You think so?
Well... Anyway, I think there should be no worse result than now.
Ha, it seems that Matsuko, you are still a man with a story. Forget it, let’s talk about these things, let’s talk about the beauties. How about it? Why are there anyone in the class who meets each other?
This...is not available for the time being.
Tsk, brothers Ah, you have a high vision, but that's right, you're so handsome, you can't choose a girlfriend, but you have to pay attention. I just saw several girls staring at you secretly. It's probably not long before someone will ask you for prestige.
…………
In this way, Yuan Xiaosong and Zhang Bin chatted in a mess. Yuan Xiaosong, who was originally silent and embarrassed, gradually relaxed and joined the hustle and bustle of the stairs classroom. In fact, he was not as cold as he looked on. It was just that the junior and senior high school incidents made him gradually close his heart. Now there is a boy of his peers who are willing to understand him, so he has of course slowly opened his heart. Of course, this does not mean that Yuan Xiaosong has told everything. After all, he just has a low emotional intelligence, not a low IQ.
The conversation between the two lasted for more than ten minutes like the surrounding environment. It was not until an aunt in her forties with a slightly white hair walked in from outside the classroom with a briefcase that the noise gradually faded and returned to the tranquility that originally belonged to the classroom.
Ah…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Although he was sitting at the back, Zhang Bin, who had excellent eyesight, still saw the aunt's appearance. He was just now excited to imagine the future, and he suddenly became like a frosted eggplant, wilted.
A beautiful teacher may not be good either. Aren’t such an aunt much better? It would be even better if it was a male teacher.
Seeing Zhang Bin's decadent look, Yuan Xiaosong wanted to laugh a little, and answered directly without thinking. After he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Bin's alert eyes, and quickly shook his hand and explained in panic.
No, that, I don’t mean that, I just feel that this is good, at least, at least I can attend class with peace of mind, right?
However, no matter how Yuan Xiaosong explains, Zhang Bin's eyes were still very strange, but this strange slowly turned into teasing. Then the boy laughed and hugged Yuan Xiaosong's neck and joked.
It's okay, brother, although the taste is a little different, I won't dislike you, and don't say that if you look like women's clothing like this, it might look pretty good, and I'm not bad.
Get out, I'm normal.
In a rare relaxation, Yuan Xiaosong pushed Zhang Bin away, then looked at the podium with a slightly red face, and Zhang Bin didn't care. After laughing, he took out his cell phone and patted him everywhere. I wonder what he was doing.
Hello, all the students, I am your class teacher, Chinese language major teacher. My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Xia. You can just call me Teacher Wang.
Maybe because Yuan Xiaosong and the others were sitting at the back, the teacher who just came in didn't see what he said. Instead, after sorting out the microphone, he turned on the electronic screen, wrote down his contact information and then said routinely.
I originally planned to come with the counselor and department chair today to introduce to the students, but because the school has just started and there are many things to do, this opportunity will be put to the next time. Let's find some time to introduce to the students your main teachers. Then, because today is a class, we don't talk about any professional knowledge, so we will introduce to the students our school and some daily class rules and regulations. Then, find time to select some class cadres. As for self-introduction, we are not primary school students. There is no need to come up one by one. In the future, I will slowly get to know everyone. At the same time, I also hope...
……………
The first class in college is very magical. No matter what place, what kind of teacher, what kind of major, or what kind of school it is, what they often say are basically the same things, introducing class rules, selecting class cadres, establishing class groups, etc.
It was as if the university agreed across the country, these processes were essential, but for Yuan Xiaosong, these had nothing to do with him. After all, he did not want to be a class cadre and did not want to show off. Spending through college safely was his biggest idea at the moment. So after listening for a while, he turned his attention back to his phone. Zhang Bin, who was originally lively, didn't know why, suddenly stopped talking, but kept looking at his phone and replying to some messages.
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