Pei Fan's alarm clock rang at 7 o'clock this morning. She immediately opened her eyes and stopped, and was the first to get up to wash.

Next, it was Finance Rong and Cen Yingrou's turn.

Pei She was very fast and got everything done in less than ten minutes.

When she was leaving, she glanced at her cell phone.

7:20.

I can also catch up to have breakfast.

Pei Fan walked towards the dormitory gate and passed by Cen Qiaoqiao's bed on the way.

I saw her sleeping, her saliva flowing and drawing, looking like she didn't know what the world was.

Pei Shechang's "understandable" accompanying wake-up service, gently slapped Cen Qiaoqiao's mattress.

Cen Qiaoqiao was still immersed in her beautiful dream, and was lonely and stuck in a situation where the sky and the earth were broken, and spoke in a panic.

"The earth...is earthquake?"

She quickly opened her eyes in a daze, her heart was panicked with a beat.

What time is it?

Cen Qiaoqiao opened the screen of her phone and saw that it was already seven:23.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sister Pei has an extremely powerful aura and no one can stop her.

The head of the house wants to build a positive, friendly and harmonious social relationship. The two of them naturally clasped their tails and became silent and silently reduced their sense of existence.

The two roommates looked at their eyes and their noses and their hearts, and they all felt a sense of identity in their hearts.

Sisters are unable to protect themselves, so you can ask for more blessings!

Financial Rong ordered a wax for Cen Qiaoqiao in her heart, then accelerated the makeup process in her hand and seized the time to go out for class.

Pei Fan had a simple breakfast and came to the mobile classroom in advance to take up a seat.

She took out her new professional book, held a pen with her fingertips, and pressed underneath her exercise paper specially bought from a small shop.

The sound of the pen brush passing through the paper rustled until the class ringing.

As soon as the class bell rang, the students entered from the classrooms on both sides, holding new books and stationery, and searching for free seats everywhere.

In just two minutes, all twenty students in the class arrived.

Among all the tall and strong men, Pei Fan, who was sitting in the center, attracted the attention of everyone.

The 18 or 19-year-old boy was young and enthusiastic. They smiled shyly and released their greatest kindness to the only female classmate in the class.

It was also the first time Pei Fan experienced the fun of going to college. She smiled at everyone's friendly eyes, which was considered a response.

"Hello, my name is Lin Jiajun."

The thin young man sitting on Pei Fan's right hand smiled politely at her and reported to her home.

He entered the classroom by scouting the spot. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and quickly got this better position to listen to the class.

Lin Jiajun held a lot of things on the desk. Pei Fan looked carefully and found that in addition to the textbooks and tools that must be used in class, he also brought his own clay mold model.

Pei Fan is still knowledgeable about a semi-finished model, so he can't tell what it is.

The edges of the model are smooth and full, the architecture is reasonable and uniform, and it is not difficult to see that the designer has put a lot of effort into this.

In the real mold design process, you often need to prepare for the size of the production material bump.

They are still freshmen and have not been exposed to this content yet. However, they can buy some clay on their own and practice with their own designed parts.

Thinking of this, Pei Fan responded: "Hello, my name is Huang Zhaodi."

Although Lin Jiajun looks thin on the surface, in fact, every stroke and every knife he carved the model is accurate and steady.

The design floor plan and side view are smooth in lines, and the arm and wrist strength are quite strong!

Pei Fan quietly moved his eyes away and turned to his thin arms and legs.

Although there is a systematic buff that allows her to be extremely powerful.

But the design is not a clever one with brute force alone, but an absolute control over the degree of fineness day after day, year after year.

Pei Fan secretly estimated the gap between the two. I am afraid that the other party has a certain foundation, and he still needs to study hard and learn more from the other party.

Lin Jiajun didn't know that he was compared by his female classmates as a kind-hearted and strong opponent. He looked at the quiet girl's face with a sweet smile, and his ears became red quietly.

He took a deep breath to calm down his impetuousness in the morning, took out the textbook he wanted to teach in this class, turned to the first page and read it in detail.

After waiting for a long time, I still haven't seen the teacher. The students picked up the textbooks in their hands and started self-study.

When the students were studying for a boring time, the teachers of this professional course finally came late with the bell of the get out of class.

Wasted a class time in vain.

All the students looked bad, so they dared not speak out.

The students in the next class have turned the book to page 17, and the teachers in their class do not take their teaching and educating tasks seriously!

They could only listen to Professor Zhuang's intermittent teaching and answering questions next door, and then pick up notes to record the knowledge points.

Whenever I hear the key words are not very clear, some students who are eager to study will squat under the wall of the next classroom and write down key notes word by word.

The late teacher, whose surname is Wu, is a distant relative of the principal's brother-in-law.

He himself had no real talent and knowledge, so he just spent money to ask someone to find a relationship and bought a water book. He also asked the Gunman to write two papers with insufficient highlights, and then he was able to teach at a university under his relatives with justification.

The first lesson he used to brag about himself and the water courses.

All morning was the courses taught by Teacher Wu. Although he had just skipped one class, there were two classes next, which was enough for him to talk big about dealing with the remaining class time.

Besides, he even said hello, and the teacher who inspected the hall would deliberately bypass him for inspection.

Skipping classes and scrambling to work is actually the norm of Teacher Wu’s life.

Teacher Wu began to talk a lot, and was proud of his past education and experience, adding fuel to the fire, and his saliva was about to splash on the faces of the last row of classmates.

The students were drowsy when they heard this, and Pei Fan had already replaced the utensils on his desk and began to focus on the tasks on his plan.

She changed into the drawing paper again, recalling the accuracy Lin Jiajun just showed, and devoted herself to honing her wrist strength.

The lightest is light, the heavy is heavy, and you must find and grasp the degree.

"I have seen more good things than the salt you have eaten at home."

Teacher Wu stood on the podium with a proud and arrogant attitude. He was telling that compared with the students below, he was a gap that was impossible for the upper class to be exposed to in their entire lives.

"The mold model exhibition halls established by provincial capitals in various places have at least 1,000 or 800. And I have visited all the exhibition halls."

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the simple-clad students below, with a tone of contempt:

"The money that ordinary people can earn in their lives will always be in a small number. You here will be one of the ordinary people in the future, and will continue to eat three meals a day and die after death."

"You will never be able to enjoy the exhibition and entertainment measures, nor can you do it. From now on, let the teacher, my eyes watch it for you!"

After finishing the lecture, Teacher Wu closed his eyes proudly, expecting the envy and awesomeness of the students to show as before.

He is a teaching staff system that goes through the back door. There are always those stubborn people in the school who are dissatisfied with their qualifications and repeatedly criticize him for his poor education. Teaching and educating people is a harmful act.

Therefore, Teacher Wu is accustomed to seeking pride from his students to comfort his extreme guilt and resentment.

The applause did not thunder as before, and there were no students in the podium who deliberately lowered their voices, revealing their envy.

He looked down with a look of disregard, and saw that the students below were all doing their own things.

Some read books and preview, some practice drawing front pictures, and some use plasticine to do post-class experiments to pinch out their first creative mold model in their life.

No one cares about his existence or not, nor is he interested in the content of everyone's tutorials.

Teacher Wu experienced the feeling of a fist bounced back against cotton for the first time.

Injure yourself.

His breathing was a little rapid, and his chest began to rise and fall.

How dare these little bastards not flatter him?

Teacher Wu couldn't help but get angry. He caught the students who happened to be back from the next class eavesdropping on the painting and vented on him:

"Don't respect your elders and despise your mentor. Do you have any classroom discipline?"

The vanity in his heart was not satisfied with others' praise, and he relaxed his expression again, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be careless and said:

"But it's not your fault. Teachers can understand what kind of education determines what kind of quality and level..."

"Bah!"

A male classmate below did not agree with his words, walked up and spat at him in discomfort.

"It's a good thing that you are a people's teacher, how can you say such things?"

"If you dislike us so much, you can go to other colleges to teach, and no one is going to force you to teach us."

"Not getting into the undergraduate program can only prove that my college entrance examination results are not good, but if you look down on us in this job, it can mean that you have poor character."
To be continued...