"Cough, cough, bro, you're overstepping."
"In your networking major, there are so many girls, why don't you flirt with them instead of crossing the line to flirt with the girls in our software class?"
"It's one thing to flirt with our girls, but to do it in front of so many guys in our class, what's your deal, bro?"
"Do you look down on us? Or do you think the guys in our class can't even wield a knife anymore, huh?"
With each sentence from Qiu Zhicheng, Zhao Jianhong felt increasingly awkward, and beads of sweat the size of peas began to appear on his forehead from nervousness.
As for his classmates, like Mo Jingchun and the others, they silently nodded in agreement, showing their support.
This guy was truly going too far, practically treating the 30 guys in Software Class 21 as if they were air, just decorations—who could tolerate that!
Zhao Jianhong, caught in a dilemma, stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do for a moment, especially as he heard the gloating laughter of his classmates.
His face flushed red, Zhao Jianhong was as noticeable as a monkey's backside at this point.
Ding, ding, ding~
Hearing the bell for class, Zhao Jianhong, like a deflated balloon, rushed back to his seat, not daring to lift his head.
Thank goodness, the bell rang just in time, or else Zhao Jianhong wouldn't have known how to exit the situation.
However, at the same time, he heaved a deep sigh, feeling somewhat disheartened. After today, Zhao Jianhong would lose any romantic prospects, maybe even for all four years of university.
Thinking about it, Zhao Jianhong felt it was such a sad state of affairs.
The girls, protected by the whole class, felt delighted inside—a feeling of being protected, it's such a bliss!
Just like their girls' alliance, promising to take care of the lovely Candy. It's an understanding, a silent understanding.
No one demanded anything, no one forced anything—everyone did it of their own volition.
"Alright, everyone, let's continue with the class."
Professor Song Yunqing, the onlooker and bystander, seized the perfect moment to draw everyone's attention back to him.
As for Zhao Jianhong, in the entire lecture hall, how many people even knew him or his name? At most, Zhao Jianhong's three roommates would tease him back at the dorm later.
"Alright, everyone, that's it for today's class. Remember to self-study when you go back. For those who know the C programming language, make sure to consolidate your knowledge—reviewing can lead to new insights. Review several times, you might gain different insights."
"Class dismissed."
As Professor Song Yunqing announced the end of class, everyone's gaze naturally fell on the girl in the front row holding a little one, even Zhao Jianhong wasn't an exception.
"Stand up!"
"Goodbye, teacher!"
Professor Song Yunqing nodded to the students while holding his water cup, gestured for everyone to sit down, then left the classroom with his thermos in hand.
After stuffing his books into his bag, Mo Jingchun grabbed his canvas bag and hurriedly strode towards the front row.
There was still one class in the morning, but it wouldn't be in this classroom—it was in the building next door.
That's what university life is—classes aren't always in the same classroom, even if it's the same course.
If every class had a fixed room, even Jing University wouldn't have enough classrooms for all the students.
"Yang Xiaoyu, let me take my little sister to the classroom next door."
This time, Mo Jingchun spoke up decisively, otherwise, Little Candy would be taken away again.
"Ah, finally, it's my turn, my little sweetheart."
These words weren't from Mo Jingchun but from Deng Lanlan, who pulled Mo Jingchun aside.
Standing behind Deng Lanlan with an already stiff smile, Mo Jingchun's face froze completely.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Oh right, I'm Mo Jingchun, I'm in a Jing University classroom, just ready to take my sister to the classroom next door.
But...where is my cute Little Candy? Why isn't she in my arms?
After receiving Little Candy from Yang Xiaoyu, Deng Lanlan took Mo Jingchun's canvas bag and left coolly without looking back.
Yang Xiaoyu held out her hands to Mo Jingchun innocently, batting her eyes playfully.
Realizing what's happening, Mo Jingchun gave Yang Xiaoyu a forlorn look, then quickly chased after them.
"Why are you looking at me? I've already saved a seat for my roommate, there's no space there." Yang Xiaoyu pointed to the third row and said, "Look, there are plenty of seats in the back, if you don't hurry, you'll be sitting further back."
Mo Jingchun held back his "punch" feeling it hit something soft and powerless, like punching cotton.
Finding a seat, Mo Jingchun instinctively wiped the desk to see if there was dust. Thankfully, it looked like some class had used this classroom in the morning.
Feeling a bit disillusioned, Mo Jingchun sat there, racking his brain but unable to figure out what went wrong. Has his sister, Candy, become irresistibly cute?
Otherwise, why would all the girls in class fight over taking care of her? Even though Candy is very well-behaved and doesn't often cry, taking care of a child is actually tiring. Even if you're just holding a sleeping little one, it's exhausting—Candy weighs over twenty pounds, after all.
Even just holding a sleeping Candy for one class can make your arms sore.
After another mini-session, Mo Jingchun watched as a group of girls surrounded Candy and left the classroom; clearly, the little one had wet herself yet again.
It wasn't until after class, past eleven, that his sister Candy was returned to Mo Jingchun's arms.
Mo Jingchun sniffed, noticing several different delightful scents on Candy.
For a moment, it felt like a million sheep were trampling over his chest, and he swore those were definitely not perfume scents—more like the fragrance of scented sachets.
But they smelled really good!
Mo Jingchun felt his face heat up, as if he had a fever.
After packing up his things, Mo Jingchun hugged his sister Candy and almost ran out of the classroom, while Candy, held by Mo Jingchun, was nibbling on a huge red strawberry, her tiny soft hands stained with its red juice.
"Why does it seem like Mo Jingchun is fleeing, running so fast?"
"Haha, girl, aren't you just asking knowingly? Don't think I don't know who gave Candy that big strawberry in her little hand."
"You all are too much, there's plenty of time ahead, why scare off Mo Jingchun? All morning, you didn't let him hold Candy even once."