The sky has just broken and the morning sun rises in the east. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a whole night of tossing, Mao Chenglang finally woke up leisurely, lying on his side on the chair, still reminiscing about last night's bits and pieces.

I have to say that last night was a wonderful night for him.

That feeling... How do you describe that feeling?

Even if it is a veteran of the love field like Mao Chenglang, until now, it is not clear who it is... Who did you conquer?

The nurse named Sasha was different from those young girls. If a girl is a delicate four-leaf clover, then Sasha is a blooming rose.

Flaming red lips, fiery and delicate body, I don't know how many times more active than the girls...

If it is said that in the first and second confrontations, Mao Chenglang was in the initiative, then the third, fourth, and fifth... times, the initiative was held in Sasha's hands, and it was firmly held until Mao Chenglang fell into a coma seven times later.

It was a protracted battle, so long that he was powerless, and his legs were still numb at this moment.

Last night was very romantic, but this kind of romance, maybe Mao Chenglang can't stand it a few times...

Breakfast has been placed on the table, it is a few leek flatbread and a box of soy milk, although it is not very rich, but looking at the amount of leeks, you can think of Sasha's good intentions.

It's worthy of being a nurse, and it's so thoughtful.

However, Mao Chenglang ate the flatbread and felt very uncomfortable.

Who was conquered?

Didn't she say she had a boyfriend?

What does this breakfast mean?

The nurse shift change is usually at one o'clock at noon, and Mao Chenglang also knew that Sasha was still there, but he couldn't figure out some very serious problems, so he decided to avoid them first.

After eating breakfast in three or two minutes, Mao Chenglang walked out of the duty room like a thief and walked lightly to the third floor.

The door of ward 303 was closed, and because he was afraid of seeing Sasha, Mao Chenglang deliberately listened at the door for a while before gently pushing the door open.

However, the moment he pushed the door open, he was stunned.

The picture was so beautiful that it almost hurt him in the eye!

The girl named Zhao Ayaluo was lying lazily on the bed, tasting the breakfast that Tang Yan had fed her, the happy touch of chewing and swallowing slowly, and Tang Yan's gentle and skillful movements, seemed so harmonious.

How so?

Is this still the Tang Yan who is varied, nervous, extreme, and incomprehensible?

In just one night, it became this virtue, what happened? Could it be that this is what he is?

If so, it can only be said that this guy is hiding too deeply!

Or is it that since ancient times, heroes who saved beauty can hug the beauty?

... Phew, Tang Yan is also a hero?

Mao Chenglang stood at the door and watched for a long time, and finally couldn't stand the abusive picture, and finally left quietly.

Originally, there was a very important lesson this morning, but this thing was intoxicated in the gentle township, and Mao Chenglang didn't bother to take care of it, so Tang Yan sank completely.

After making sure that Mao Chenglang was gone, Tang Yan put down the tableware and said, "That guy is gone, I'm going to class too, and I'll bring you food later." ”

Zhao Yaluo nodded and asked, "You fed me so gently just now, just to anger him?"

Tang Yan smiled: "Yes, this guy actually sold me last night, it's quite hateful to think about." ”

A trace of strangeness flashed in Zhao Yanluo's eyes, and he carefully looked at Tang Yan from top to bottom.

Seeing this kind of look, Tang Yan hurriedly explained: "What are you thinking? It's not what you think, I'm a pure master." ”

Zhao Yaluo blinked mischievously and asked, "How is that? How do you know what I think? Pure masters, I know! It means that you take the initiative, don't you?"

Tang Yan was speechless for a moment, glared at Zhao Yanluo viciously, and then left directly.

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Today is Friday, Black Friday.

There's a reason why it's called black, because it's too painful to have to be tortured by that old professor for hours in a boring classroom on the last day.

The old professor's surname is Zhou, and he is the most senior professor in the history department and one of the most respected old people in University A. It is said that he is so knowledgeable that he can accommodate half of the library, but the class he teaches can be said to be a sleeping pill, and after a class, the students who are not disturbed by his old man are definitely the three good students at the palace level.

Zhou Lao's class is rarely skipped, because every time he goes to class, there will be some people who give students a headache, such as a senior executive of the college, such as a leader of the region, and several dedicated counselors...

Let's ask, how many of these people dare to skip class?

Although the old people speak wildly, and although these imaginative historical knowledge has nothing to do with today's society, there are still people who listen to it with relish except for students.

Tang Yan touched in from the back door, and as soon as he sat down, he saw that several gods of 418 were already lying flat on the table, so you can imagine how boring this class was.

Zhou Lao's lecture has already begun, and seeing that his roommates are all down, Tang Yan has to listen to it hard, because if nothing else, there will be a very nonsense activity next.

The old professor thinks that this activity is a lively atmosphere, but for the students, it is simply a life-threatening charm!

Because of this activity, many counselors lost face, and many students were written and reviewed at length.

Many people may think that this is just a lecture, but only those who really know the inside story know that this is not an ordinary lecture.

Take the counselor as an example, if in the activity, the questions raised by Mr. Zhou can't be answered by his students, in front of so many high-level officials, where is the counselor's face?

Of course, counselors can not come, but in order to be able to pat themselves on the back, many counselors still come.

As for the students, the counselor is disgraced, so does the student still have a good life?

All in all, it's a lesson that scares a lot of people.

Just when Tang Yan was about to fall asleep, the damn activity finally came.

I only heard the old professor clear his throat and said very passionately: "Young men, history is the inheritance of culture, and if you don't understand history, you can say that you don't understand culture." I don't want my students to be uneducated, and I don't want my old people to waste saliva here, so then, as usual, into the event time... There are questions and answers. ”

Tang Yan hurriedly shook a few guys awake, and the same was true for many students who were not asleep.

Professor Zhou said: "I have a list of students whose names I read, and I hope you can answer them seriously. Okay, let's go, 31 class Ma Dazhuang!"

"Yes!" a very thin boy stood up.

"Qin Shi Huang unified the six countries, which six countries?" Professor Zhou asked.

"Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, Qi..." Ma Dazhuang replied very simply.

"Please take a seat, Class 31 is good!" Zhou Lao said with a smile.

31. The old face of the counselor smiled like a rotten persimmon. It's possible that Zhou Lao is boasting about his good management, and maybe it won't be long before he advances to a salary increase. After all, this is a private school, and anything is possible.

Professor Zhou continued to ask: "What is the so-called book burning and pit Confucianism, what is Emperor Qin for? Class 36, Xiao Facai, please answer." ”

Xiao Facai was frightened, and he only felt that his mind was blank, but fortunately, after Xu Huang was in Baidu, he quickly wrote it on the table, and he read it out loud: "Unify thoughts." ”

Zong Shaorong, the counselor of class 36, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please take a seat, Class 36 is good!"

Zhou Lao was very satisfied, and continued to ask: "What is the purpose of building the Great Wall?" Class 34, Li Buxing, please ask questions. ”

A boy who looked calm replied: "Resist the Huns, don't be harassed!"

"Please take a seat, Class 34 is good!" Zhou Lao still said.

In this way, I asked a few historical questions in a row, and every time Zhou Lao had to add a class before it was good, it really made many people helpless, and they were afraid that if they couldn't answer, they would embarrass the class and the counselor.

Until the tenth question: "Where was Qin Shi Huang born?"

This time it was a girl from a small jasper family, and she replied, "Qin Guo!"

Suddenly, the hall burst into laughter, but the counselor's face was completely green, and he scolded regardless of the image.

"Silly than ~!"

The story starts here, and no one would have thought about what kind of turmoil these two words would bring....

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