Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Nine

Lu Mian replied: [Okay, you set the time and place. 】

Her time is random, even if she can't be random, she will find a way to see him.

Sikong Jian replied to her with a red-lipped expression.

She laughed, touched the corner of her lips, but suddenly thought of Director Qi in her mind, and the dream she had once had.

Real but dreamy, and a dream that made her seriously ill.

She looked at Wan Haixiang who was diligently flipping through the textbooks on the podium to prepare for class, and quickly shook off the yellow waste in her mind.

Sikongjian's time was not so random. After Lu Mian finished texting with him, he waited quietly for his reply.

When Xiao Qian arrived, class was only a minute away, and when he walked into his seat, he noticed that Lu Mian's face was not very good.

"What's wrong with you today? You don't look very energetic."

Lu Mian wasn't bothered by this inexplicable concern, and his expression was light.

Xiao Qian also found that he cared too much about her, and returned to the way he first saw her, and said coldly, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that if something happened to the first one, everyone might doubt what I did the second one. So, I'm just for myself."

Lu Mian looked up at him and suddenly laughed.

"I'm fine. It's just a girl thing..."

Speaking of the girl, Xiao Qian's face suddenly turned red, he understood.

She came to that.

He took a deep look at Lu Mian again, even if the professor was on the podium, he didn't care, and looked at her like no one else was watching her, she was really in a bad state.

She must be suffering from dysmenorrhea...

Xiao Qian didn't say anything, just walked into the seat, facing the surprised eyes of Wan Haixiang and the whole class, got up again and went out.

Qu Weiwei quickly and eagerly made way for him.

"Xiao Qian?" Wan Haixiang called out to him.

The other party ignored him, and he could only smile embarrassingly, "Come on, let's go to class."

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Xiao Qian came in about 10 minutes later, as if he still had something in his hand.

The whole class saluted him, paying special attention to this golden prince.

Only Lu Mian didn't look at him.

She lay lazily on the table, and when Xiao Qian walked in, she felt that the table was bumped by him intentionally or unintentionally, she straightened up and frowned at Xiao Qian.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xiao Qian took out something from his pocket and threw it directly on her desk. high speed,

The whole process only takes a few seconds.

Then he turned around and sat down as if nothing had happened, took out his textbook and started looking at the blackboard.

Wan Haixiang smiled at him and continued to speak.

And Lu Mian stared at the thing that suddenly appeared on his desktop and was stunned: What is this?

She pinched the thing with her fingers. It was a thin piece with broken particles in it. It felt like something like iron powder, and one side was simply stuck with double-sided tape.

At first glance, it is a makeshift gadget.

The corners of her lips suddenly raised a radian, and she understood that this was a temporary warm baby made by Xiao Qian for her.

They have a lab in this building, and it's easy to get these things.

She was surprised.

Unexpectedly, the boy who used to fight her for a seat also has such a side.

Although this thing looks simple and crude, it is warm at this moment.

The unpleasant things that happened between the two before, she temporarily forgot.

Lu Mian accepted his kindness and put it on the clothes around his abdomen. Xiao Qian pricked up his ears and heard the movement behind him, and then he began to study seriously.

Lu Mian picked up a pen and used the cap to write "thank you" on Xiao Qian's back.

Xiao Qian showed his first sincere smile after coming to Yangfan Hotel.

However, Wan Haixiang, who was dancing on the podium, found that Lu Mian was distracted very early on. A chalk head smashed over, right between her and Zhang Yanyan's arms.

Wan Haixiang tapped on the blackboard and said loudly, "Look at the blackboard, look at the blackboard, is there anything I'm talking about on the table? Some classmates think they have learned it all, right? Well, let's talk about this theory!"

He looked directly at Lu Mian, and the meaning was very clear.

Lu Mian didn't refuse, stood up directly, glanced at the full blackboard, and said in a somewhat puzzled tone, "Professor, the answer to this question seems to be wrong..."

As soon as she said that, the class suddenly exploded.

There was the sound of gasping for air everywhere.

How could this Lu Mian do things like this? The professor asked her to answer the question, but she said that the answer was wrong?

Lu Mian's words were equivalent to questioning Wan Haixiang's authority.

Wan Haixiang laughed angrily when he looked at the knowledge points and problem-solving process he had worked so hard to write down.

It's not a matter of losing face, it's mainly what the other party does?

One sentence to judge this answer is wrong?

He has been a teacher for so many years, can't he still distinguish right from wrong?

"Student Lu Mian, carefully review the questions to see if you are wrong or I am wrong..."

After speaking, he didn't seem to want to argue with Lu Mian, so he leaned on the podium and shook his head tiredly.

Let her say it, she will say it.

Lu Mian pointed to the first formula on the blackboard, "From the first step, there is a problem with your calculation method. This question was actually controversial last year, and the correct answer at that time was another solution. The way of the question and the answer, not the ones you gave, many people don’t know. Although your method is mainstream, it is not right.”

Lu Mian explained neither humble nor arrogant, and did not flinch in the face of such authority as Wan Haixiang.

The classmates around were dumbfounded. She usually quarrelled with her classmates, but now she is arguing with the teacher.

They are professors!

Could it be that she doesn't know as much?

Qu Weiwei turned around and hurriedly hinted to Lu Mian, "My ancestor, don't talk anymore, you make a professor look so ugly! I think Professor Wan is right about this question!"

The classmates next to him also joined in.

"Yes, Lu Mian, although you study well, you can't question the professor so casually!"

Xiao Qian didn't pay attention to the blackboard at first, but after hearing this question from Lu Mian, he started to calculate on the notebook.

Wan Haixiang on the podium saw that her attitude was so strong, and she began to ask for face.

This is the accepted answer by the teaching and research group, what is wrong?

So Wan Haixiang started the theory with Lu Mian from the first step.

Lu Mian was not in a hurry and did not panic, and analyzed with him with reason.

What used to be a good class turned into a debate between Lu Mian and the professor.

Facts have proved that no pair of ears can obey the advice of others.

Neither of them listened to the other's insistence, and the debate also escalated. Wan Haixiang quarreled with her with a red face.

Of course, the opinions of the students are still in favor of Professor Wan.

However, Lu Mian always insisted on his own opinion.

The first time she explained it clearly, the second time she explained it, her tone was a little cold.

Until the other party was still stubborn, she smiled mockingly.

"Professor Wan, it doesn't matter if you're wrong, just correct it in time. If everyone remembers your wrong way of answering, and encounters the same type of problem in the future, won't they still do it?"

Being taught face-to-face by a student he didn't like, Wan Haixiang couldn't hold his face at all.

She saw that the other party was still calm, and then she looked at herself, like the quarrelling aunt, who threw the textbook in a rage and got angry.

"You are the first, you are amazing, then you should be the teacher! I will not be able to attend your class!"