Chapter 578 Ah, It’s Susu’s Tomb [66]

"Have you heard, a new professor came recently."

"A new professor? Department of Literature? Wasn't it Professor Li before?"

"It's another bald professor, hey..."

"God bless, God bless, I just hope that the history exam for this new professor will not be so difficult, otherwise I will really fail!"

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"The host should stop frowning. Reading is good for your physical and mental health. Come on!!" 748 passionately comforted a girl who was depressed.

"Fart's physical and mental health!" Shen Wanqing sullenly, with a look of impatience, "Why do you want to study in another plane!"

"The original host is just a 20-year-old junior." 748 comforted, "The host is fine, the university courses are also easy, and with the host's IQ, the university exams can't be easily passed? "

748 comforted her impatiently in her ear, Shen Wanqing had no mood to listen anymore, she gave up struggling and lay down on the table with her eyes closed.

Hey, miss a boy.

I don't know if the boy got up or had breakfast?

When I woke up in the morning, I hadn't kissed the boy yet.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! said nervously.

The classroom door was pushed open, and a gray and slender figure walked over.

The visitor had a slender figure, a gray overcoat with a long style, but it still couldn't hide the slender legs, and the exposed part was smooth and beautiful.

He dressed very carefully, under the gray coat was a black turtleneck sweater. The collar was so high that only the white part of the long neck was exposed, and the sexy and ascetic Adam's apple was half exposed.

It added a kind of maturity and elegance to the young man's whole person, but also had a feeling of abstinence, especially the buttons of the coat were buttoned one by one, which was very tight.

The moment the young man stepped in, the entire classroom was silent, and everyone sat there as if they were stiff, with their eyes blank.

Shen Wanqing woke up immediately after dozing off.

They watched the young man walk to the podium gracefully and calmly, and put down the textbooks in his hands coldly and rigorously.

Under the clear lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses, the pair of clear and deep eyes like ink wash were lifted up gently, the long eyelashes were thick and curled like cattail fans, and the cinnabar mole at the end of the eyes was very beautiful.

The light amber pupils looked at them calmly, and the other party nodded indifferently, and said coldly: "Hello, I am the professor of your literature department, Huai Zisu."

Even the young man's voice was clear and pleasing to the ear, as if it were a clear spring flowing through a stream.

It sounds like there is a sound of ding dong ding dong, and gradually, it can wash away the irritability in everyone's hearts and cleanse their hearts.

There was a lot of crows in the audience, Huai Zisu's expression was still calm, he calmly picked up a piece of chalk on the podium.

His fingers were crystal clear and white, with distinct joints, as if what he was holding was not chalk worth a few dollars, but some well-carved jade.

Huai Zisu wrote his name on the blackboard.

The three characters are clear and neat, with a breath of ink.

"Do you understand?" The young man turned around and looked at them indifferently.

At this time, only a few of the stunned people managed to recover.

Those few people spoke hesitantly, "...Ming...Understood..."