Football: The strongest post-2000s Chapter 117

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The teacher in class was a renowned professor in the field of finance. He wasn’t very old, but his lectures were very vivid, naturally drawing people into a state of concentration. Tong Shenbing, sitting in the fourth row, listened attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time.

Just then, a boy wearing a black mask gently tapped her left shoulder and said in a deliberately low voice, “Beautiful lady, could you move further in?”

It was common for students to be late for university classes, and Tong Shenbing had experienced it herself. Without thinking much, she didn’t even turn her head to look at the boy with the black mask next to her. She just moved her backpack and textbooks two seats over, slightly raised her head, and refocused her attention on the teacher.

Li Qing glanced playfully at Tong Shenbing, took out his phone, and sent a WeChat message.

Tong Shenbing, who was in class, felt a distinct vibration from her phone in her bag. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, but immersed in the ocean of knowledge, she ultimately chose to continue with the class and deal with it after dismissal.

Li Qing sent several more emojis, waiting for Tong Shenbing’s reaction.

Her phone vibrated continuously in her bag, but Tong Shenbing only frowned, not taking her phone out of the bag.

Feeling bored, Li Qing stopped playing with his phone and looked up at the passionate teacher on the podium.

“Ding ding ding—”

The class bell rang. Li Qing felt a sense of lingering enjoyment, but he knew he had more important things to do, so he stretched, stood up, and walked out of the classroom like the other students. He stood by the window, watching Tong Shenbing take out her phone.

Just as he expected, Tong Shenbing smiled and replied to several WeChat messages.

“I was in class just now, I replied as soon as class was over.”

“Don’t you have training today?”

“Oh, by the way, the Red Derby is in a few days. Are you confident?”

…

Li Qing smiled and replied to a WeChat message: “Do you miss me?”

Tong Shenbing’s pretty face flushed slightly as she packed her books. She rolled her eyes and replied with two words: “No.”

Just as Li Qing was about to send an angry emoji, two more words appeared in his chat window with Tong Shenbing: “Just kidding.”

“Sure enough, I didn’t love her for nothing.”

Li Qing murmured to himself, his hands not stopping. He sent another WeChat message: “Honey, by the way… have you ever fantasized that I would suddenly appear in front of you?”

“Yes,”

Tong Shenbing replied quickly, then sent another text: “But you never come to Manchester to see me.”

Li Qing,