Chapter 11 Inexplicable
Because it is not long after the beginning of school, Sun Qianwen's art creation major is still limited to theory. For some creative introductions and other professional things, Pan Hongsheng also remembers a lot.
I have to say that Pan Hongsheng is really a little impressed by this beautiful teacher after a class. It is said that being a teacher at a young age is probably a vase, but in fact, even if Pan Hongsheng, a layman, has gained a lot of things after a class, although some words are first contact, at least let He has a little interest.
Art creation comes from life above life, and the date and time are written under Pan Hongsheng's words.
Anyway, it is the first time to complete the teaching assistant work. In fact, Pan Hongsheng's understanding of teaching assistants is not limited to these, but there is only so much he can do now. Looking at the departure of his classmates one after another, Pan Hongsheng gave Ma Xiaofeng and Li Xinfeng a winky look for them to go back first.
He also has to ask Sun Qianwen to write comments on today's teaching assistants and so on. Compared with students, Pan Hongsheng's job can't be done by fooling around.
"Have you been staring at me in class today?" Sun Qianwen looked at Pan Hongsheng's notes and asked with great interest.
For Pan Hongsheng, who refused to be a teaching assistant for herself before, and his intention was obviously for credits, she thought she was half a gentleman or a nerd, but who knew that she would eat her own tofu.
"I didn't stare all the time, but looked at it when I was close." Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment and said calmly. Sun Qianwen gritted her teeth in her heart.
It's the first time she's seen someone who peeps at others and still has such a good word.
"How long have you been watching it? I've been next to you, which means you've been looking at me all the time?" Sun Qianwen continued to ask without let go.
"I've been watching what you take to take notes?" Looking at each other with a 'you brain-damaged' expression, Pan Hongsheng asked in surprise.
The beautiful teacher, who was held back by one sentence, was a little unconvinced. Then he looked at Pan Hongsheng and seemed to want to pick out some mistakes. Unfortunately, although Pan Hongsheng had not taken notes, his writing speed was there. The old man asked him to copy books at the beginning.
The word is not beautiful, because I remember that Pan Hongsheng wrote something like 'crazy grass', but the word is still easy to recognize, but it looks a little messy as a whole.
"Can you write it, teacher? I don't think the weather outside is very good. If you think it's okay, you can sign it. Pan Hongsheng looked at Sun Qianwen helplessly, and he could also guess the other party's thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, it's okay for me to see, but it's a little messy. Pay attention next time. Sun Qianwen signed at the bottom.
This is the trouble to be a teaching assistant. After all, you have to record the course of a semester, and the teacher has to sign at the end of each class, so that you can finally give you credits. There is no way to meet a picky teacher. Fortunately, Sun Qianwen has a good temper.
"I know." Pan Hongsheng nodded, turned his head and looked out of the window and smashed his mouth: "Mr. Sun, have you brought an umbrella?"
"What's wrong? Is it raining? Sun Qianwen was stunned for a moment and then looked out of the window.
Outside the classroom, the students of the whole Communication University were caught off guard by the sudden heavy rain, and many people put their books on top of their heads and hurried to the classroom.
The weather in Beijing is like this. It is still sunny in the morning. In the afternoon, it may make you drenched in a cool rainstorm within half a minute. Listening to the crackling rain outside keep patting the ground, Sun Qianwen's pretty face suddenly looks a lot.
She doesn't have the habit of taking an umbrella, and as far as the rain outside is concerned, even if she goes home with an umbrella, she will get soaked. Now she is trapped in the classroom.
"Teacher, how can you go back?" Pan Hongsheng also looked at the heavy rain with a surprised face. From the dense raindrops under the light and the sound of 'banging' on the glass, he knew that the rain was very heavy.
"I didn't bring an umbrella to wait for the rain. Did you bring it?" Sun Qianwen shook her head helplessly and said, and then looked at Pan Hongsheng.
"I didn't bring it. I'll just go back in the rain." With a smile, Pan Hongsheng said that he was about to leave.
The calves who run dozens of miles in the ice and snow won't say it's cold against the goose feather snow. How can they have the habit of carrying an umbrella?
"Oh, that's all right." Sun Qianwen reluctantly smiled, and then found a seat, put on her coat, and gently lay on the table.
Looking at the other party as if he was going to sleep on his stomach for a night, Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment and still didn't stay. To be honest, he knew that he should stay with the teacher at this time.
The whole huge teaching building was guarded by such a young female teacher. Not to mention whether she would have any idea when the security guard inspected the post in the middle of the night. The empty classroom with echoes was enough for her to be afraid.
As it took its course, Pan Hongsheng went outside and closed the door, but the next moment he retreated and locked the door and walked towards Sun Qianwen.
"Why are you back again?" Sun Qianwen, who was secretly scolding Pan Hongsheng in her heart that he was not a gentleman, looked at Pan Hongsheng turning back again and asked curiously, but found that the other party was approaching her step by step, and her face immediately changed, and she looked at the other party quietly.
"I just remembered that my mobile phone was scrapped when I went back to the dormitory. I'd better wait until the rain is light. I'll be with you." Pan Hongsheng shrugged his shoulders and said.
This is a fact, but it is indeed a reasonable reason for Pan Hongsheng.
To be honest, he doesn't want to have anything to do with women. Even now he is frightful when he sees women, especially beautiful women. No one can say that he is not moved in the face of a beautiful woman. Pan Hongsheng is not at the age and level of sitting around, and he doesn't have that endurance.
"Well, sit down, just in time to chat with me." Sun Qianwen smiled reluctantly. Pan Hongsheng sat next to her, and the other party seemed to be very perverted and wrinkled his nose, as if he was smelling the perfume on his body.
"I've already sat down. How old are you?" Pan Hongsheng said with a smile, looking at Sun Qianwen with the light outside and asking.
24, what's wrong? Do you think I can't teach well when I'm young?" Sun Qianwen seemed to mind this aspect and stared at Pan Hongsheng and asked.
Looking at the other party depressedly, Pan Hongsheng is now a little curious about why this woman looks at everyone with a deep blood-blooded look.
"I don't mean that. You teach it well. I'm just curious why you can stay after graduation." Pan Hongsheng shook his head.
There is no one in this school who is rumored that the beautiful teacher in the performance department has an ambiguous relationship with the principal. At the beginning, Ma Xiaofeng also told him that he had seen Sun Qianwen holding the principal's arm.
"What do you mean?" Sun Qianwen looked at Pan Hongsheng angrily and asked, but suddenly she picked up the bag and ran out. Pan Hongsheng was confused.