The E-sports Male God is a Girl: Master Chu, Please Don't Tease!

When the bell rang and the head teacher stood on the podium, song Cicai recovered from the state of bowing his head and playing with his mobile phone.

Dou Qi, head teacher of class 1, grade 2 of senior high school, glanced around the classroom and saw Song Ci sitting in the corner. He only contracted his eyelid muscles a few times, so he took back his sight and didn't look at Song Ci.

Secretly complaining, the ancestor really came back.

Yesterday, the headmaster said that the ancestor returned to school today. He didn't think so, because Song Ci meant returning to school before, but he never returned much. He worked as a class of students for one and a half years. No one knew him except the people who fooled with him.

However, today, those people didn't come, but the ancestor came.

"Cough, students turn to page 14." after clearing his throat, Dou Qi began to lecture.

Song Ci put his arm on the desk and his slender white fingers bent against his chin.

After listening to only one beginning of Song Ci, I felt very familiar with these knowledge points. I closed my eyes and recalled the memory of the original owner. I found that these original owners had learned in advance, but... Maybe the original owner's learning attitude was too careless, so others didn't notice that the original owner had learned these knowledge points in advance.

Boring yawn, Song Ci decided to sleep.

When Dou Qi was in the middle of his lecture, he looked up at Song Ci from time to time. When he saw him sleeping on the table, he didn't say a word, as if he didn't see it.

Although Song Ci hardly had classes, his scores were on the pass line every time, so Dou Qi didn't want to do anything.

Song Ci had a sweet sleep. There was no smell of hospital disinfectant, and he didn't always remember to come to school. In addition, Yanjing University did a good job in greening, and the air was very fresh. Song Ci slept very comfortably.

Song Ci didn't feel any other discomfort except that the arm used as a pillow was a little numb.

He rubbed his eyes that had just woke up. Song Ci found that there was no one in the classroom.

Song Ci took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was half an hour after school at 5:30.

I didn't expect her to sleep until school.

However, no one called him after school. It can be seen how awesome the predecessor of this body is. He got up and patted his ass. Song Ci walked out of the classroom.

Patrol the memory and walk to the dormitory where the original owner lives.

With his hands in his windbreaker pocket, Song Ci walked slowly in the direction of the boys' dormitory.

There are three dormitories for boys in Yanjing school.

One is a high school ordinary dormitory, one is a university ordinary dormitory, and another is jokingly called VIP dormitory by Yanjing school students.

This dormitory is inhabited by rich or official children with family background, and the interior decoration is quite luxurious, and most importantly, one person and one room.

After walking for a while, Song Ci stopped at the downstairs of a dormitory whose number was ①.

Song Ci's dormitory is on the third floor, and 1372 is pasted on the key, that is, room 2, No. 7, third floor, building ①.

As soon as he opened the dormitory door, Song Ci smelled a strong smell of instant noodles. When he looked up, he saw three people eating instant noodles around the table in the dormitory living room.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the three men looked back neatly.

Seeing Song Ci, the three raised eyebrows. Oh, the prince of the Song family came to live in the dormitory. It's amazing news!