Lan Jingyu fell asleep with his face pressed against his arms, facing Li Ying's direction.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was obviously very uncomfortable.
Li Ying found a tissue in her bag and went over to wipe him.
This time she couldn't forgive this guy, otherwise he would have to sleep at home now, so it would be okay to be nice to him.
Just as he was thinking about it, the man suddenly frowned and raised his hand to block the sun.
Li Ying thought for a moment, found an eyepatch in her bag, and put it directly on his eyes.
Lan Jingyu felt his eyes darken, and the dazzling discomfort disappeared immediately. He subconsciously raised his hand and clasped the wrist in front of him.
Li Ying lowered her head and kicked him, "Hey, let go."
Lan Jingyu woke up from a daze and slowly let go of her.
He adjusted his posture, took deep breaths continuously, and slept uneasily.
Li Ying flipped through a few thick books from her bag, pulled his arm away, and stuffed it under his face, "Uncle Lan, you lie down here to sleep."
Lan Jingyu heard the sound and felt the height of the book.
He raised the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Sleeping in class, you are very experienced at first sight."
It was rare for Li Ying not to quarrel with him. She got up too early and was a little sleepy.
But the old man on the stage was staring at her. If she lay down, he would definitely raise his voice.
Forget it, just hold on for a while. If Uncle Lan is in this state, if he is woken up again, his soul will probably go directly to heaven.
She held her chin up, resisting the fight of her eyelids, and stared at the blackboard with a thin line of eyes.
After enduring it for a while, he knocked hard, looked around, and found that Li Kuo was still staring at them.
This guy put on the posture of a thinker and kept looking at them with his head propped up.
Li Ying was speechless and took out her mobile phone.
"Kuokuo, please listen to the class and don't waste my uncle's cultivation on you!"
Li Kuo: "Are you in love?"
"Tsk, you have a good time in class, what are you thinking about?"
Li Kuo: "You are in love."
"Are you stupid?"
Li Kuo: "You are in love!"
Li Ying: "..."
She raised her head and turned to look over.
Li Kuo also raised his head at the same time, his eyes were very complicated, and he glanced at Lan Jingyu from the corner of his eye.
Li Ying felt that he was about to reach out and pinch Lan Jingyu's neck in the next second. She stretched out her hand to block it and said angrily: "Don't touch him."
He was about to die.
Li Kuo took a deep breath, wiped his face, lowered his head and continued typing.
"Sister, if something happens in the future, don't tell my uncle and others that I know about you, okay?"
Li Ying:???
What did this fool say?
She typed quickly: "Again, I am not in a relationship with him."
Li Kuo: "Heh."
On the stage, the teacher clearly saw their frequent interactions and cleared his throat into the microphone.
Lan Jingyu, who was half asleep and half awake, moved.
Li Ying quickly sat up straight, put her phone aside, and turned her head to signal Li Kuo with her eyes.
Let’s talk about it after class.
Li Kuo seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he still had no desire to speak.
Time passed by minute by second, and the essay was a big class made up of two small classes, with a ten-minute break in between.
The only good thing about this old man on stage is that get out of class ends on time, the bell rings, and the class is suspended.
Lan Jingyu was awakened by the ringing of the bell. He raised his body sleepily and held his forehead with one hand to relieve his dizziness.
Li Ying asked him, "Are you leaving?"
The man didn't sleep enough and had a headache. He turned his face to look at her, his brows were still furrowed, and he answered the question inappropriately: "Is there any water?"