The class schedule for the Fashion Design major was distributed yesterday. The first class this morning was Teacher Zhao Ailian's class, so Lu Qingqing got up early to freshen up and get ready for class.
Dongdong was not awake when she got up. When she finished her meal and was about to go, she came back and looked at Dongdong who was still sleeping in front of the bed for a while.
After coming to Beijing, Dongdong's mental state was much better than before. Especially now that she had Shen Yuzhi and her children as playmates, she was even happier. Her appetite had also improved a lot, and she had become increasingly white and fat recently.
Lu Qingqing stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a while. He couldn't help but kissed Dongdong's fleshy face. Unexpectedly, he kissed the little guy and woke him up.
Dongdong opened her eyes and looked at Lu Qingqing, who was getting ready to go. She suddenly woke up, turned over and got up, "Mom, where are you going?"
Lu Qingqing was touched in her heart. She straightened up at a loss and slowly explained: "Dongdong, Mommy is going to class. Can you just follow Grandma and Auntie Wang Li and play with the children at home?"
Dongdong didn't seem to wake up yet. She sat on the bed and reacted for a while. Her body gradually softened and she nodded obediently, "Okay, mom, go ahead."
Lu Qingqing then packed up his bag and left the house without even pausing to look back.
In fact, she was very reluctant to let go of Dongdong, but she had no choice. She couldn't stay with Dongdong forever. The child would grow up one day.
Lu Qingqing got up early, and since his home was so close, he trotted to school as a morning exercise. It was still early when he arrived at school.
The guard uncle was sitting in the duty room having breakfast. When Lu Qingqing ran over, he waved to the inside and said, "Good morning, uncle!"
The doorman glanced at her and said, "You're here so early. Have you eaten yet?"
"Eat, eat!" Lu Qingqing had a smile in his eyes. He had already run over and turned around to ask, "Uncle, I have never asked you what your last name is?"
The uncle didn't even raise his head, and replied casually while eating: "Lu."
"Ah, my family?"
Lu Qingqing smiled affectionately at the uncle very familiarly, "We are also destined, so I will call you uncle from now on. I'm leaving."
After Lu Qingqing left, Uncle Lu looked at Lu Qingqing's back and laughed, "This girl has been out of shape all day."
When Lu Qingqing arrived in the classroom, Zhao Ailian was already standing on the podium preparing lessons.
After hearing the noise, she looked up and said with a smile: "You are a day student, but you are the first one to arrive?"
Lu Qingqing also made no secret of it, "I got up early knowing that today's first period was your class."
Zhao Ailian nodded and did not answer any more words. Lu Qingqing also found a seat and sat down and began to preview.
As the class was approaching, people began to arrive one after another. At this time, the cold winter air had not completely dissipated. Everyone bundled up and sat in their seats, yawning.
Zhao Ailian glanced down, and there were only a few people who had opened their books and were doing previews in advance, and Lu Qingqing, who was still sitting low-key in the back row, was one of them.
She looked back without saying a word, tapped the blackboard to get everyone to focus their attention, and started teaching according to the blackboard she had prepared.
There were no recorded classes in this era, and Zhao Ailian was not a very famous teacher at this time, so this was the first time for Lu Qingqing to hear her lecture.
As a design master who is highly regarded by future generations, Zhao Ailian's current teaching level is already very high. Although most of the lectures in the first class are the basics that Lu Qingqing has mastered early on, her explanation method from simple to deep still makes Lu Qingqing
I fell in love without realizing it.
Teacher Zhao likes to ask questions and interact with students while talking.
But among the large group of students sitting below, many were young girls who had never even touched needlework. They thought this major was interesting and signed up for it, but in fact they had no understanding at all.
Lu Qingqing was the only one who could answer questions and answers with Zhao Ailian.
Every time Teacher Zhao asked a question but the whole class was in silence and couldn't answer it, Lu Qingqing would always blurt out the answer uncontrollably.
This was only the first day of class. Lu Qingqing knew that being too pushy was not a good thing, but when no one in the class could respond and Zhao Ailian's eyes showed approval, Lu Qingqing simply stopped hiding his clumsiness and became generous.
Fang Di expressed his opinions when Zhao Ailian asked questions.
Halfway through the class, Zhao Ailian asked a question about color, which happened to be what Lu Qingqing had been confused about for a long time.
After two questions were exchanged between you and me, the two of them simply started to debate the color issue directly in class, asking and answering questions. A bunch of students below were stunned as if they were watching gods fight.
They looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and their voices were confused. But even if they didn't understand, they could still feel how powerful Lu Qingqing was. Some people had even begun to inquire about Lu Qingqing's origins.
Han Junjun curled his lips when he heard the whispers coming from behind, "What are you pretending to be? You're just a class teacher. Why are you so flattering?"
The person sitting next to Han Junjun immediately agreed, "Yes, I think she just wants to be in the limelight and pretend to know everything. Everyone is just a freshman. Does she really think she is very powerful? She is trying to impress everyone!"
Han Junjun listened to the echoes of the people around him and scorned Lu Qingqing even more.
And seeing the two people chatting more and more deeply, it was already to the point where even she, who had secretly done previews, couldn't understand.
Han Junjun couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand and shouted: "Teacher Zhao, this doesn't seem to be a one-on-one tutoring class. Shouldn't you also consider the feelings of other students? Also, I hope some students can be more conscious and not always occupy
Teacher and classmates time!”
For a moment, the classroom fell silent.
Some students who were immersed in the back-and-forth debate between Teacher Zhao and Lu Qingqing were suddenly interrupted and looked at the person who made the noise with dissatisfaction.
Someone was about to speak when someone around him stopped him, "That's Han Junjun. Her family is full of prominent people in Beijing. Don't offend her..."
The man had no choice but to take a breath and sit back again, "I think she is the one who tries to impress others. She can speak up if she has the ability. Why don't she just let others speak out?"
Teacher Zhao and Lu Qingqing were having an interesting conversation, and it was very unpleasant to be interrupted suddenly. What's more, Han Junjun's words were obviously intended to provoke conflicts between Lu Qingqing and his classmates. If they were handled slightly wrong, Lu Qingqing would be displeased.
Things got tough in class.
Chapter completed!