Seven glanced at her and saw the dilemma in her eyes. He pursed his thin lips.
He didn't say anything and just retracted his hand. His eyes flashed and he lowered his head to continue writing the program.
He still acted as if no one was around.
"My Prince Charming is indeed very cold, but he's still very handsome!"
"Isn't my Prince Charming a programming major? Why Is He in our international finance major's classroom?"
"Is he writing a program? Oh My God, I can actually see a living God writing a program in front of me!"
"Oh no, it's still the feeling of being moved!"
"..."
Yu Liuliu almost couldn't bear to listen to the exclamations that came one after another.
In comparison, she suddenly understood Sudan a little.
At least she wasn't like the female classmate who had been moved twice. She pressed her chest as if she was about to faint.
She didn't know if she needed to call 120 in advance for her.