"You got up quite early." Tang Li came back from the balcony and was a little surprised to see Jiang Kuo.

"Thank you Duan Feifan for calling me up at six o'clock." Jiang Kuo took his clothes to take a shower.

After washing the catty, Li Zirui was still sleeping.

Tang Li was advising him hard by the bed: "Get up, class will start at 8 o'clock, and you still have to eat breakfast..."

"I won't eat breakfast." Li Zirui, "I'll lose weight."

"Jiang Kuo has already risen," Tang Li, "Aren't you Jiang Kuo?"

"Oh." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

After persuading, Li Zirui finally got up when they went to have breakfast.

"I went straight to the classroom," he, "which building?"

"Seven Churches 304," Tang Li, "Don't be late."

At 107, Jiang Kuo looked in and Duan Feifan was just carrying his bag and leaving.

"Eat breakfast?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Let's go." Duan Feifan.

The semester classes are almost related to majors. There are only two classes in gardening, and many classes are taught in other fragmented majors. There are many Chinese and English advanced mathematics, but the only professional courses are only professional guides.

For Jiang Kuolai, those courses that are similar to those of high are completely new, and even when I saw the words "English" in college, I started to feel sleepy when I saw the textbook.

Duan Feifan sat on his right and looked straight in front of him seriously.

Moreover, he had maintained this position for longer than Tang Li on his left. He couldn't help but lean and turned to look at Duan Feifan's face.

This guy is closing his eyes to rest.

But he was asleep.

When Jiang Kuo looked at him, he opened his eyes: "What's the point?"

"You continue." Jiang Kuo nodded.

The phone shook twice in his pocket.

Jiang Kuo looked at it and saw the cannons sent over.

-Class? Today your mother called me and asked if you would go home during holidays

-Not going back

-k! You yourself!

-knew

Jiang Kuo looked at his phone, feeling a little daring.

I have been here for so many days, except for calling my dad on the day I arrived at school, I contacted my home again. Perhaps because my family could learn about his situation through cannons, Jiang Lilai had just come here to meet again. Even if he missed home, he had completely thought about contacting his home again.

Now that Dapao mentioned his mother, he suddenly felt soft-hearted.

After class, he dialed his mother's number with his cell phone.

"Hello." My mother's voice came from there.

"Mom," Jiang Kuo glanced at the people walking beside him and whispered, "I."

"Your mom is not here." Mom.

"I'm pretty good at school." Jiang Kuo.

"It seems," Mom, "I don't even call the happy thunder moth."

"Are I going to fight?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice, "Are Mr. Jiang next to you?"

"Mr. Jiang is a busy man who works," Mom, "Where is there any time to wait for your phone at home? Are you driving back on National Day?"

"I won't go back." Jiang Kuo.

My mother sneered: "Mr. Jiang really knows you."

"Can he not understand his son?" Jiang Kuo.

"Then you don't have my son," Mom, "I thought you were going home."

"I'm afraid I won't come again if I go back." Jiang Kuo felt someone pulling his sleeve. When he turned around, he saw Duan Feifan pointing to the road next to him. These people were actually going to the supermarket. He thought he would go to the classroom and follow him.

"If you don't go back, don't go back," Mom, "Mr. Jiang is over."

"Is it?" Jiang Kuo's voice was shocked.

Several people stopped and looked at him.
Chapter completed!