Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 1 The Late New Professor
School of Economics and Management, Yundu University.

At this time, the lecture theater on the second floor was overcrowded.

They all came here for this beautiful professor who was portrayed as having a face like a crown jade and eyes like cold stars.

however……

10 minutes into class...

I didn't even see a handsome guy!
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Everyone's eyes froze there for a moment, but it was a late boy who came in!

After a cut, the atmosphere that was originally quiet in the middle of this little episode suddenly became lively again.

"Have you heard that the banquet held by Nangong's family on the yacht three months ago suddenly exploded and caught fire in the middle? Several people died in the accident."

The short-haired girl said to her companion mysteriously.

"I know, isn't this all on the news?" The ball-headed girl looked a little disgusted, because she thought her topic was boring.

"The point is not this, it's the person who died in the accident! There's another one, do you know who it is!"

"Who is it?" The ball-headed girl became interested again, and excitedly shook her arm to let her speak quickly.

"Yes--"

"An Qianyin, here." The voice was suddenly interrupted by this shout.

Lu Yaoguang stood up from his seat and greeted the "late" girl at the door.

The girl saw her and walked in through the door with a smile, wearing a white earphone in one ear and holding a textbook in the other.

The soft and natural slightly curly long hair is tied up in a high ponytail, leaving only a few strands of hair in front of the forehead, making the delicate and small oval face more plump and tender.

She is a rare girl who is glamorous yet innocent, and she is rarely able to express the beauty of such a simple hairstyle as a ponytail to the fullest.

Maybe it's because girls are usually good at discovering beauty, so her eyes are extraordinarily beautiful, like a sea of ​​stars under the night sky, filled with a whole Milky Way.

She threw the economics textbook in her hand on the table angrily.

Sitting down with his slender legs raised, he was dissatisfied with Lu Yaoguang, "I knew I shouldn't have listened to you at the beginning. I believed in your evil, and I took economics as an elective course. This thing is too difficult, even harder than mathematics." stuff."

An Qianyin sighed helplessly, lay down on the table and continued, "Annoying, why is economics so difficult?"

Lu Yao gave An Qianyin a blank look, and counted with his fingers, "How can it be so difficult, have you taken it seriously? Apart from playing games and watching dramas in class, have you ever heard of it?"

"Why haven't you heard of it?!" An Qianyin slapped the table and said angrily, "It's because I heard it that I realized that this is a waste of life. I don't understand it at all. It's more interesting than having fun."

Suddenly she thought of something, and immediately turned into a docile little sheep: "Cover me this class, I'm sleepy again." An Qianyin blinked her eyes, pouted and said cutely: "Is it okay, baby."

"Okay, okay, go to sleep." Lu Yaoguang held his forehead helplessly, "The previous teacher had an accident, and we have a new teacher, aren't you curious?"

An Qianyin opened the textbook and covered her face to block the sunlight from the window.

The head stuffed in the textbook made a sleepy sound and yawned, "Sleep is the most important thing in my life. I didn't close my eyes all night last night in order to catch up with my homework."

"Okay, you have too many excuses." Lu Yaoguang shook his head, propped his face, glanced around, and realized that he was a different kind.

Because the professor didn't come for a long time, everyone had the courage to play, and the classroom seemed to be everyone's entertainment place.

Many girls put their books under their make-up and put their make-up on in the mirror, and some boys got together in groups to make appointments.

The most eye-catching thing is the men and women playing cards in a circle in the front left.

An Qianyin's classmate Jiang Dan suddenly rushed in from the door at this time, dancing and urging everyone to quiet down, clean up the table, and get ready for class.

"What class are you attending? It's been more than ten minutes since the class started, and I'm only here now." The boy put his legs on the table, playing mobile games leisurely, without moving at all.

Jiang Dan has a strong personality, so she was chosen by the counselor Lao Wang to be the monitor of her class.

She hurried over and gave a rough push.

The boy staggered and almost fell to the ground. He picked up the phone from the ground and planned to resist, but when he saw Jiang Dan's darkened face, he lost his momentum for an instant, and quickly sat back in his original position, "I'm sitting down now?" .”

She went to the podium, knocked on the board a few times, and yelled at a few people, which made everyone in the class sit upright.

But there are still many people whispering.

Everyone's patience ran out in the ten minutes before he came, so the impression of this professor who had never met before was quite bad.

"What teacher, you have a lot of face, and you are only here now?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a professor who interrupted in the middle."

"I heard about this new old professor before. It is said that he is super good-looking, not ordinary good-looking."

A boy in the back seat suddenly joined the discussion with the girl in front, and said, "What's the use of looking good? Can he be eaten? To put it bluntly, he is a morally corrupt person. Maybe he looks even more gaudy than what you described. It's inversely proportional."

"Get lost! Who told you to talk!" the girls said in unison, their menacing expressions frightened the boys into silence.

"If you don't say it, don't say it." The boy sighed, sat back, and stimulated the people in front of him: "I'll wait and see if I can reduce your expectations to negative—"

The rest of the words were so good that they choked in the boy's throat, because with a casual glance, he saw the man who should not be late at the door.

A girl in the front seat was about to get up to beat him, but she was stopped by a friend next to her. She pointed at the door of the classroom and looked dumbfounded.

　Ask for collections, ask for tickets!

　　Humble me, no cutie voted for recommendation.

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　　This article is about the sweet relationship between teachers and students in the university, there is no such thing as a cutie!

　　


(End of this chapter)