"Cough, cough, bro, youâre overstepping."
"In your networking major, there are so many girls, why donât you flirt with them instead of crossing the line to flirt with the girls in our software class?"
"Itâs one thing to flirt with our girls, but to do it in front of so many guys in our class, whatâs your deal, bro?"
"Do you look down on us? Or do you think the guys in our class canât even wield a knife anymore, huh?"
With each sentence from Qiu Zhicheng, Zhao Jianhong felt increasingly awkward, and beads of sweat the size of peas began to appear on his forehead from nervousness.
As for his classmates, like Mo Jingchun and the others, they silently nodded in agreement, showing their support.
This guy was truly going too far, practically treating the 30 guys in Software Class 21 as if they were air, just decorationsâwho could tolerate that!
Zhao Jianhong, caught in a dilemma, stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do for a moment, especially as he heard the gloating laughter of his classmates.
His face flushed red, Zhao Jianhong was as noticeable as a monkeyâs backside at this point.
Ding, ding, ding~
Hearing the bell for class, Zhao Jianhong, like a deflated balloon, rushed back to his seat, not daring to lift his head.
Thank goodness, the bell rang just in time, or else Zhao Jianhong wouldnât have known how to exit the situation.
However, at the same time, he heaved a deep sigh, feeling somewhat disheartened. After today, Zhao Jianhong would lose any romantic prospects, maybe even for all four years of university.
Thinking about it, Zhao Jianhong felt it was such a sad state of affairs.
The girls, protected by the whole class, felt delighted insideâa feeling of being protected, itâs such a bliss!
Just like their girlsâ alliance, promising to take care of the lovely Candy. Itâs an understanding, a silent understanding.
No one demanded anything, no one forced anythingâeveryone did it of their own volition.
"Alright, everyone, letâs continue with the class."
Professor Song Yunqing, the onlooker and bystander, seized the perfect moment to draw everyoneâs attention back to him.
As for Zhao Jianhong, in the entire lecture hall, how many people even knew him or his name? At most, Zhao Jianhongâs three roommates would tease him back at the dorm later.
"Alright, everyone, thatâs it for todayâs class. Remember to self-study when you go back. For those who know the C programming language, make sure to consolidate your knowledgeâreviewing can lead to new insights. Review several times, you might gain different insights."
"Class dismissed."
As Professor Song Yunqing announced the end of class, everyoneâs gaze naturally fell on the girl in the front row holding a little one, even Zhao Jianhong wasnât an exception.
"Stand up!"
"Goodbye, teacher!"
Professor Song Yunqing nodded to the students while holding his water cup, gestured for everyone to sit down, then left the classroom with his thermos in hand.
After stuffing his books into his bag, Mo Jingchun grabbed his canvas bag and hurriedly strode towards the front row.
There was still one class in the morning, but it wouldnât be in this classroomâit was in the building next door.
Thatâs what university life isâclasses arenât always in the same classroom, even if itâs the same course.
If every class had a fixed room, even Jing University wouldnât have enough classrooms for all the students.
"Yang Xiaoyu, let me take my little sister to the classroom next door."
This time, Mo Jingchun spoke up decisively, otherwise, Little Candy would be taken away again.
"Ah, finally, itâs my turn, my little sweetheart."
These words werenât from Mo Jingchun but from Deng Lanlan, who pulled Mo Jingchun aside.
Standing behind Deng Lanlan with an already stiff smile, Mo Jingchunâs face froze completely.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Oh right, Iâm Mo Jingchun, Iâm in a Jing University classroom, just ready to take my sister to the classroom next door.
But...where is my cute Little Candy? Why isnât she in my arms?
After receiving Little Candy from Yang Xiaoyu, Deng Lanlan took Mo Jingchunâs canvas bag and left coolly without looking back.
Yang Xiaoyu held out her hands to Mo Jingchun innocently, batting her eyes playfully.
Realizing whatâs happening, Mo Jingchun gave Yang Xiaoyu a forlorn look, then quickly chased after them.
"Why are you looking at me? Iâve already saved a seat for my roommate, thereâs no space there." Yang Xiaoyu pointed to the third row and said, "Look, there are plenty of seats in the back, if you donât hurry, youâll be sitting further back."
Mo Jingchun held back his "punch" feeling it hit something soft and powerless, like punching cotton.
Finding a seat, Mo Jingchun instinctively wiped the desk to see if there was dust. Thankfully, it looked like some class had used this classroom in the morning.
Feeling a bit disillusioned, Mo Jingchun sat there, racking his brain but unable to figure out what went wrong. Has his sister, Candy, become irresistibly cute?
Otherwise, why would all the girls in class fight over taking care of her? Even though Candy is very well-behaved and doesnât often cry, taking care of a child is actually tiring. Even if youâre just holding a sleeping little one, itâs exhaustingâCandy weighs over twenty pounds, after all.
Even just holding a sleeping Candy for one class can make your arms sore.
After another mini-session, Mo Jingchun watched as a group of girls surrounded Candy and left the classroom; clearly, the little one had wet herself yet again.
It wasnât until after class, past eleven, that his sister Candy was returned to Mo Jingchunâs arms.
Mo Jingchun sniffed, noticing several different delightful scents on Candy.
For a moment, it felt like a million sheep were trampling over his chest, and he swore those were definitely not perfume scentsâmore like the fragrance of scented sachets.
But they smelled really good!
Mo Jingchun felt his face heat up, as if he had a fever.
After packing up his things, Mo Jingchun hugged his sister Candy and almost ran out of the classroom, while Candy, held by Mo Jingchun, was nibbling on a huge red strawberry, her tiny soft hands stained with its red juice.
"Why does it seem like Mo Jingchun is fleeing, running so fast?"
"Haha, girl, arenât you just asking knowingly? Donât think I donât know who gave Candy that big strawberry in her little hand."
"You all are too much, thereâs plenty of time ahead, why scare off Mo Jingchun? All morning, you didnât let him hold Candy even once."