The student stared straight at him. For a moment, neither of them made a sound.
Jiang Suzhou only felt a sense of familiarity.
Not only did the person in front of him look familiar, but even the abnormal throbbing in his heart was also very familiar. This sense of familiarity came abruptly and strangely. For a moment, his mind was a little muddled and he could not react.
However, Fang Cheng, who was in front of the podium, squatted down and picked up the basketball that had fallen to the ground.
"Student." He waved the basketball in his hand and gestured to the student in the jersey.
The student seemed to have just snapped out of his daze. He grunted and raised his hand to catch the ball that Fang Cheng threw to him.
Then, without turning his head, he casually bounced the ball on the ground a few times. He turned around and walked to the last row of the classroom.
Jiang Suzhou took a deep breath and gradually came back to his senses.
I'm still not awake. He thought to himself. It must be because I didn't sleep well last night.
He closed his computer and turned his head to nod at Fang Cheng. He said, "Revise the thesis first. Contact me on WeChat if you have any questions."
Fang Cheng agreed. Jiang Suzhou packed his things and left.
However, until he walked out of the classroom, the image of the student from earlier kept replaying in his mind. This made him a little absent-minded. He even accidentally bumped into a student at the corner of the hallway.
Before he could say anything, the student hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Teacher, are you okay? "
Jiang Suzhou's "I'm sorry" was blocked. Jiang Suzhou smiled at him and shook his head. He turned his body to let him pass.
After the student walked past him, Jiang Suzhou walked straight away. He did not notice that the student behind him turned his head and looked at him a few times.
The student carried his bag with one hand and walked straight into the classroom that he had just left. He jogged all the way to the last row of the lecture hall and threw his bag on a table.
There was already someone sitting at the table.
The student sitting there was wearing a black basketball jersey. The basketball was on the ground next to the chair. He was holding his phone and looking at something.
"Brother Huo, you don't know who I saw when I came in." The student kicked the basketball to the side and made an empty seat for himself. He casually sat down next to the student.
"Mhmm." The "Brother Huo" he was referring to was uninterested.
The student did not care at all and said, "It's the history department. The teacher with the surname Jiang!" "You've heard of him, right? He's very young and very good-looking.. I took a look at it just now. Wow, it's really pretty. No wonder the female students in our department love to attend their classes. "
Hearing this, "Brother Huo" suddenly raised his head. His gaze was sharp as he looked directly at the student.
The student was shocked and quickly corrected himself. "No, no, he's just average. He's still a bit lacking compared to you. After all, he studies history, and you are a great general in history. "
At this point, the student chuckled.
.. Huo...... of Huo.. of Huo of Huo... . His father was an American Chinese. He was not very cultured, but he gave his son the name of an ancient general.
Huo Wujiu. Who wouldn't be scared when they heard this name?
However, Huo Wujiu, who was beside him, did not smile at him. Instead, he suddenly opened his mouth.
"Don't you think he has a mole next to his eye?" he said. "It's red."
"What?" The student did not understand what he meant.
Huo Wujiu paused.
"… Nothing." He lowered his eyes and said.
He did not understand what was going on with him.
— —
That afternoon, Huo Wujiu was dragged to play basketball by a few of his bad friends. They said that a few kids from another school were provoking them. They wanted to compete for the ownership of the basketball court. His friends insisted that Huo Wujiu go and support them.
Huo Wujiu was not very good at cultural studies since he was young. His father was abroad all year round and insisted that he study abroad. He did not want to go, so he took the sports test in high school and went to a local school.
In the end, his father did everything he could to get him to study abroad for two years. His father said that he wanted him to experience the advanced education in foreign countries.
Huo Wujiu, on the other hand, had never experienced advanced education. In fact, even after two years, he still didn't understand much of the foreign language. He only played basketball with a group of tall and strong foreigners of different skin colors on the streets.
This had become the trump card of this group of scoundrels in his country.
Sure enough, with Huo Wujiu there, the game went smoothly. After his friends finished their game, they did not forget to show off their prowess. Huo Wujiu, on the other hand, returned to the basketball hoop alone and sat by the flower bed to drink water.
He was absent-minded throughout the game. His mind was full of useless thoughts.
There was a teacher in the History Department with the surname Jiang. She looked strangely seductive, as if she had been a vixen in her previous life.
Now that the game was over, Huo Wujiu still could not get rid of this matter from his mind.
His friend's voice was very clear not far away.
"Kid, you just came to school, right? It's okay. If you don't know the rules, I'll teach you the rules. The first rule of this basketball court is that no one is allowed to enter the territory of our Finance Class 3. "
The student opposite him was a little unconvinced. "Why? Is there a sign at the entrance?"
"I'll hang one up tomorrow." His friend sneered. "You're so serious. Which major are you from?"
"History. What about it?"
Huo Wujiu, who was sitting there, stopped drinking water.
"Nothing. Hurry up and leave. Our Brother Huo is very particular. Don't dirty our territory. Hurry up and leave. "
As they spoke, they pushed the students who had lost the game out.
However, at this moment, a sharp-eyed student stopped what he was doing. "Damn, Brother Huo?"
They immediately looked in the direction of the basketball hoop.
They saw Huo Wujiu, who had been sitting there drinking water alone, suddenly stand up. He threw the mineral water bottle aside and strode over.
They stopped what they were doing.
Huo Wujiu walked in front of them. He was tall. Standing in the middle of a group of boys playing basketball, he vaguely looked like a crane in a flock of chickens. When he looked at these people, he also had a condescending attitude.
"Which major are you from?" he asked.
"History. What about it?" a student answered.
Huo Wujiu looked at him.
"You have a teacher with the surname Jiang?"
For a moment, everyone on the court was a little dumbfounded.
Why did he ask this? Who didn't know that this guy didn't even listen to his major classes? He didn't even know the surname of his counselor.
"… Yes?" the student answered hesitantly.
Huo Wujiu glanced at him lazily and took out his phone.
"Send me the class schedule," he said. "In the future, you can use this court as you wish."
— —
No one knew why Huo Wujiu wanted the History Department's class schedule — and it was for second-year students. In exchange for the class schedule, they even gave up the court that they had occupied for three years.
However, in less than two days, this group of people's doubts were resolved.
Huo Wujiu actually went to attend a class.
Just like the female students in their class who admired Teacher Jiang's magnificent beauty, they went an hour in advance to reserve a seat.
Huo Wujiu's friends were dumbfounded.
This guy always sat in the last row in his class. Why did he sit in the middle of the first three rows when it came to someone else's major?
The few of them gathered together to analyze the situation and finally came to a conclusion.
Maybe this Huo Wujiu in front of them went to listen to the history of Huo Wujiu.
They weren't interested in listening to him about past and present lives. They said goodbye to Huo Wujiu and went to play basketball with their arms around each other's shoulders.
Huo Wujiu, on the other hand, sat alone in the classroom and listened to the lesson attentively.
He had never been so serious in a history class before.
The main reason was because of his uncultured father. Just because his surname was Huo Wujiu, he had to call him Huo Wujiu. Huo Wujiu had thought since he was young that fortunately, his father's surname wasn't Qin. Otherwise, he would have been named Qin Shi Huang.
This name brought him a lot of trouble. People always joked about this name, especially his naughty classmates in elementary school. This made Huo Wujiu have a rebellious mentality. He always skipped history classes.
However, this time was different.
Such an annoying name, such a boring history, how did it sound so good when it came out of that person's mouth?
Not only was it nice, but it also made people's hearts beat faster. People couldn't take their eyes off his face. This feeling was very strange. It was inexplicably familiar. At the same time, it was as if he had been looking forward to it for a long time.
It was as if he had wanted to listen to this person's class since his past life.
This thought made Huo Wujiu feel nauseous. What past and present lives? Could it be that he really was Huo Wujiu in his past life?
He sat there with his arms crossed. He was amused by his own thoughts.
The two classes passed by very quickly.
Huo Wujiu felt that not much time had passed. The class had just begun, and the person on the podium smiled and dismissed the class.
Immediately, some students packed their things and walked out of the classroom. Many students rushed to the podium and surrounded him in a short while.
Huo Wujiu glanced at them.
Most of them were girls. They looked like they were going to ask questions, but in fact, they had ulterior motives.
For some reason, Huo Wujiu felt a little unhappy. He sat there without moving. He frowned and clicked his tongue.
His gaze fell on that person's face again.
He smiled gently and listened carefully to the students around him. After listening to their questions, he explained to them in a low voice. When he spoke, the corners of his mouth were always upturned. It looked like he was smiling.
Huo Wujiu's lips also curled up.
However, immediately after, the corners of his mouth fell down again.
What's so funny? He thought to himself. It's not like he's smiling at me.
He just sat there and waited. He watched as a few students left and a few came. After waiting for a long time, his surroundings finally quieted down.
At this time, there were only a few people left in the huge classroom.
Huo Wujiu stood up with his backpack in one hand.
The person on the podium had his head down and was seriously arranging the books and computer on the desk. He did not notice Huo Wujiu approaching step by step.
Huo Wujiu walked up to the podium and stopped in front of him across the desk.
He did not know why, but his arms seemed to have muscle memory. They wanted to raise his hands and hug the person in front of him.
Huo Wujiu used all his strength to stop the inexplicable conditioned reflex in his arms.
In front of him, Jiang Suzhou felt the person in front of him.
He did not raise his head. He closed his computer and asked, "Student, did you not understand anything just now?"
Huo Wujiu did not say anything.
Jiang Suzhou raised his head. Then, Huo Wujiu saw the pair of beautiful eyes behind the thin lenses. He was clearly stunned.
"… It's you?" Jiang Suzhou's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
Huo Wujiu's heart stopped. Then, his heart began to beat wildly in his chest.
He remembers me. He actually remembers me!
Huo Wujiu's mind was overwhelmed by ecstasy. However, young people's instinctive pride and pride were engraved in their genes. This trait allowed them to not forget the most important thing even in a life-and-death situation.
And that was to act pretentious.
His heart was beating so fast that he almost fainted. However, he did not show it on his face. Instead, he raised his eyes and raised his chin. The corners of his mouth curled up into a vague smile, full of arrogance and indifference.
"What, do you know me?" he asked slowly.
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