Sikong was tall and straight, wearing a red basketball uniform of size 23 when he first met him, and a black wristband on his hands, looking like a student preparing to play.

He himself is eye-catching, and the basketball uniform is also eye-catching red, just standing like this, many students in the classroom look over.

"I don't seem to have seen this person before?"

"Not from our academy."

"Certainly not. It's impossible for me not to know the handsome guy from our academy."

…

Wen Qing was the closest to Sikong and was soon affected.

He felt that the unfamiliar classmates were all looking at him.

Wen Qing hurriedly moved to the side, motioning for Sikong to sit down.

Sikong sat down and glanced at the young college students in the teacher, his brows slightly stretched.

Wen Qing looked at him, looked out the window, outside the door, etc., except for the students who hurried into the classroom, did not see Yu Xing and Ji Yu.

He opened his mouth and was about to ask.

Knowing that the squad leader in front suddenly turned around and looked Sikong up and down.

The management class is a big class, and the three classes are taught together, but after a year, the students basically have a little impression of the appearance of the students of this major.

The handsome man will never forget.

The monitor stared at Sikong for a while, then said tentatively, "That classmate, did you go to the wrong classroom?"

"A class in public administration here."

Sikong looked at him and said coldly, "I'm here to find someone."

The squad leader was stunned for a while, without thinking much, and then asked, "Then who are you looking for?"

"I can help you ask in the group."

Sikong: "…"

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "...find me."

Squad Leader: "…"

He pushed down his glasses and looked at Wen Qing silently.

After a long while, he said awkwardly, "Then why were you two so polite just now?"

Who can't get this wrong?

"We haven't seen each other for a while," Wen Qing said dryly.

"just kidding."

The monitor didn't ask any more questions. He looked at Sikong and saw that Sikong's eyes kept falling on Wen Qing. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and reminded: "Mr. Wang's class will only be called in the first class."

The implication is that there are a few classes left, and you can skip classes if you want to.

Wen Qing smiled and thanked in a low voice, "Okay."

The squad leader didn't bother the two of them to chat with each other, turned around and sat back to their seats.

When the class bell rang, Mr. Wang walked up to the podium and clicked on the PPT. He glanced at the classroom, stopped for two seconds on Sikong, quickly moved away, and started lecturing.