Lin Nianhe was really happy because she didn’t have to cycle herself anymore.
Zhao Haii was also very happy because cycling was indeed more relaxing than walking.
This could be considered the first win-win thing Lin Nianhe did at Peking University.
They parked the bike and walked into the classroom, only to see that the first row was empty, with a thin stack of miographed handouts on the table by the door.
Because there had been no college entrance exam for ten years, all departnts were a bit hurried in their preparations, and not all classes had textbooks. However, the teachers had their ways—if there were no books, they just printed the handouts.
It was just that the teachers had to endure the extra work. Aside from preparing for classes, they had to engrave the wax paper and print the handouts.
Lin Nianhe and Zhao Haii each took a handout.
The miographed handouts were a bit rough, and the ink varied in depth, but they were still readable.
Lin Nianhe took a step to walk to the back rows but was pulled back by Zhao Haii.
"What are you doing? Aren’t there vacant seats in the front?"
Lin Nianhe: "I... I’m allergic to the first row."
Let’s be honest, who fights for the first row in college?
It’s more like fighting for the last row.
A bespectacled warrior from their class spoke up to remind: "Student Lin, you two are short, you won’t be able to see the blackboard from the back."
The other male classmates nodded in agreent.
Although the female students in their class only accounted for the "smart" and "beautiful," the boys still chose to look after the girls.
Seeing this, Lin Nianhe knew that the seats were kindly reserved for them by her classmates, so she could only laugh awkwardly, thanking them as she sat down.
There were still about ten minutes before class started, and as Lin Nianhe looked at the miographed handouts, she suddenly said sothing was wrong.
"What happened to you now?"
Lin Nianhe looked at the blackboard with a gradually terrified look in her eyes.
"Bad, really bad, this ti we’ve really screwed up..." she muttered.
Zhao Haii looked on curiously: "What’s wrong? Did your nurous misdeeds finally catch up with you?"
Lin Nianhe slowly turned her head towards her: "Not just , you too."
"? What does that have to do with ?" Zhao Haii didn’t understand.
Lin Nianhe looked back at the sea of male classmates and then turned back, looking at Zhao Haii with a complicated look: "Our class has 40 people, and it’s just you and who are the girls, right?"
Zhao Haii nodded: "Yeah, that’s right."
Isn’t that obvious? Why even ntion it?
Lin Nianhe turned pale: "Haii, just imagine, if one day you started dating soone, and you two suddenly wanted to watch a movie, the teacher would definitely not give you a day off, and at that ti, there’s this one class that really isn’t important at all..."
Zhao Haii blinked, imdiately grasping the key point: "You also think I can find a boyfriend, right?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
"Exactly! You could find eight!"
An Yang cos, wouldn’t that be bullying? I’m not that kind of person."
Zhao Haii blushed and, feeling embarrassed, slapped the desk.
That loud sound almost scared the gatekeeper at the school entrance.
Lin Nianhe rubbed her ears and looked at her coquettish deanor, smiling wryly: "That’s right, and then you’ll find out if you want to skip class to do sothing with your boyfriend, the teacher won’t need to call the roll to know you’re not there—"
"After all, there are only two girls in the whole class! Missing one is too noticeable!"
Zhao Haii’s smile gradually stiffened on her face.
Lin Nianhe held up four fingers toward her: "Can you guarantee that in these years you won’t ever feel like skipping class?"
Zhao Haii couldn’t laugh at all.
The kind of not being able to laugh even at the thought of eight boyfriends revolving around her.
Lin Nianhe sighed deeply and collapsed onto the desk.
After a long silence, Zhao Haii tugged at Lin Nianhe’s arm: "Lin Nianhe, do you have a solution?"
"?" Lin Nianhe nodded, "I do have one, actually. I could apply to transfer to the Spanish Departnt... and it wouldn’t be a hassle for , I just need to say I’m willing to go to the Spanish Departnt, and my family would definitely be happy to help with the paperwork."
Zhao Haii didn’t believe her: "Stop bluffing, you need to take an English test to apply for the Spanish Departnt, did you take it?"
"I was cursing out a bunch of foreign businessn in English when you were still learning how to saddle a horse."
"I don’t believe you."
"Then how about I curse at you a bit for you to listen?"
"..."
Lin Nianhe quickly abandoned the idea of transferring departnts.
Because the teacher’s lecture was just too good.
The professor teaching classical chanics was surnad Nie. The years had carved scars on his face, but they hadn’t dimd his enthusiasm for knowledge.
Teacher Nie had a very distinctive personal style when lecturing, humorous without losing dignity, and his board writing was extrely beautiful, just looking at his handwriting was a pleasure.
With such a teacher, she would co to class even on her deathbed, preferring to die in the classroom.
After class, Lin Nianhe chased after Teacher Nie with her notebook, bombarding him with questions, almost determined to follow him back to his office.
Zhao Haii was dumbfounded: "An Yang, wasn’t this little wretch just thinking about how to skip class before it started? Turns out her blather was just to scare ?"
While Zhao Haii was still imrsed in shock, other classmates also gathered around the podium, spontaneously extending the lesson ti.
Seeing the swarm of people before her, Zhao Haii suddenly snapped back to her senses and pushed her way through the crowd.
Whether teachers or students, it had been ten years without the scent of books and ink, they all had imnse enthusiasm for learning.
Students willing to learn and teachers willing to teach, this mutual dedication even puts love to sha.
As Lin Nianhe and Su Yuncheng were having lunch, she was still telling him about the analogies Teacher Nie made in class, laughing with her eyes curving joyfully.
Su Yuncheng served her a piece of rib and asked her, "What are you going to do this afternoon if you don’t have class?"
Lin Nianhe responded with a question of her own: "Do you have class?"
"I do."
"Can I go sit in on... I an, accompany you in your class?"
"Sure."
The corners of Su Yuncheng’s mouth couldn’t help but lift and his ears turned red.
After finishing lunch, Lin Nianhe returned to her dorm for a half-hour nap, then got up and packed her bag.
Zhao Haii was doing her howork, and when she saw her about to leave, she thought she was heading to the library.
"Are you going to the library? I’ll go with you."
"No, I’m going to sit in on a class in the Departnt of International Politics," Lin Nianhe said.
"Huh?"
Watching her leaving figure, Zhao Haii fell into deep thought.
Does this count as determinedly sitting in on a class even with no classes of her own?
Su Yuncheng cycled over to pick up Lin Nianhe. On the way to the classroom, he said, "I forgot to tell you before, the road to the class is usually crowded, be careful when you’re biking."
Lin Nianhe tugged at his clothes and nodded seriously: "Okay, I’ll pass the ssage on to Haii."
Su Yuncheng: "...?"
The Departnt of International Politics building wasn’t too far from the Physics Building; their entire departnt had only around thirty students, divided into just one class.
The male-to-female ratio in the Departnt of International Politics was much more normal, nearly one to one. They weren’t particularly early, and Su Yuncheng led her to a seat in the third row.
Lin Nianhe’s arrival drew sideways glances from the students who were already there, but for the ti being, no one spoke to her.
Lin Nianhe whispered, "Shouldn’t I, as soone sitting in, go to the last row?"
She was an ethical sit-in student, not wanting to take the place of regular students.
Su Yuncheng: "Are you here for the class?"
Lin Nianhe: "Ah... of course, I’m here to accompany you."
Student Xiao Lin quietly hid her notebook in her arms, trying to convince Su Yuncheng with the most sincere look in her eyes.
He... should believe her... right?
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