burn as a tooth sacrifice and eat as meat. However, the other party is the center of attention, and he is one of the best in both figure and appearance. The first-class college beauty, the goddess in his heart who cannot be blasphemed. He boldly patted the goddess on the head, but the goddess did not blame him, but gave him a shallow smile
. The past is like smoke. It has been twenty years since he “stroked/touched” Zheng Yan’s head, but some memories are still fresh. In my eyes, it seems like yesterday.
Now Zheng Yan, in his heart, is tall and beautiful, and is still the goddess he respects and admires.
However, now he is no longer the poor boy in his previous life. Instead, he has attracted much attention, has countless fans, and has huge wealth. Countless people, including some beauties in his previous life who were longing for and out of reach, want to look up to him, and even carefully please them. exist.
So, can he repeat yesterday’s story now? Is it necessary to repeat it?
“Zheng Yan, I really hope that when I was a poor boy in my previous life, I would be bold enough to say ‘I like you so much’ in front of you!” Wang Bo, who got up early in the morning, stood by the window and looked out into the distance. Staring in the direction of the school library, he murmured to himself about a place he would go to every day in his previous life. In this life, almost half a year has passed, but he has only been there once.
In the morning, after breakfast, Wang Bo was still sitting in front of the computer preparing to write his “The Three-Body Problem”. But today I don’t know why. After sitting for half an hour, I couldn’t get out of my mind. My mind was in a mess and I couldn’t calm down at all, as if someone was calling him outside.
“That’s all, let’s take a break today.” Wang Bo turned off his computer and stood up from his chair. He looked at the time and then at the course schedule posted on the wall. Thinking that he hadn’t gone to class for a while, he found the corresponding textbook on the course schedule from the bookshelf and planned to go to the classroom to take two classes.
The hustle and bustle in the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is all for profit, that’s all, the sacred campus and the isolated ivory tower are no exception.
The last two classes in the morning of Class 5 are intensive reading in English, which can be understood as middle school Chinese classes. The teacher is a short, fat, round-faced female teacher who has only been in school for two years after graduating from graduate school. Her surname is Xiong. Everyone calls her Teacher Xiong.
Among all the teachers Wang Bo has come into contact with during his four years at university, there are very few whom he truly respects from the bottom of his heart and wants to be grateful for. He thought the school he chose was too rubbish, so most of the teachers were rubbish. Later, during the Chinese New Year reunion, I talked with some students who had gone to key Chinese universities such as 211 a