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Although she was also a little curious about Teacher Naruan, Qi Zhen never dared to have any ideas, after all, she couldn't even grab Korean electives.

It is said that his classroom was full and full.

Every time the class grabbing system collapses.

The difficulty can be imagined.

So this time, she and Feng Yue accidentally grabbed Teacher Ruan's class dormitory, and the screams of the other people broke out in an instant, almost shaking the entire dormitory building.

"Zhenzhen, hurry up, you won't be able to grab the spot when it's too late!"

Qi Hao pulled out the Korean books for the elective class from the table, and one corner was pressed and folded, and she reflexively reached out to tidy up the corner.

As soon as his finger touched the page, he was grabbed by another warm hand.

Then he was dragged out the door.

"Isn't there still half an hour? What are you doing in such a hurry? Qi Zhenhu turned her head to look at Feng Yue suspiciously, and took the time to turn over the corner of the page while trotting with her.

Feng Yue gasped a little, she glanced at Qi Zhen with her spare eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Teacher Ruan's class has always been full, if we don't go sooner, there may be no place, and it's already a little late now."

The corners of Qi Zhen's mouth had a shallow curvature, but she didn't speak.

She was also a little curious about this Teacher Ruan.

The teacher, who is always gentle-looking, doesn't know what it's like to start class.

Feng Yue let go of her hand and trotted all the way downstairs with the book in her hand.

"Hurry up, maybe you can get a seat in the front row."

It wasn't until Feng Yue got out of the dormitory building that he slowed down and gradually stopped, and Qi Zhen was also slightly gasping.

The two of you, you look at me, I look at you, and they both laughed out loud.

Feng Yue's face was a little red, thinking that she was a little panting from running, she held the book and fell on her chest together, "Let's go, otherwise I won't even have to sit in the back row."

It wasn't until the two of them found the elective classroom that Qi Zhen had a little understanding of Teacher Ruan's influence, and the large classroom of four or five hundred people was already overcrowded at this time.

There's a lot of commotion inside.

A group of girls who are black at a glance.

All of them were excited.

At this time, they all stared at the two people standing at the door with bright eyes.

Feng Yue sighed lightly, and the two had to walk to the penultimate row with the book in their hands and sit down. The classroom began to make noise again, and Qi Hao glanced at his phone, and there were still twenty-one minutes before the start of class.

She was bored flipping through her Korean textbook.

Feng Yue didn't speak again.

It was about ten minutes later that the classroom suddenly fell silent, and there was a nervous silence, and Qi Zhen finally raised her head and looked at the podium.

But I saw a man standing in front of the blackboard.

A very young man.

At first glance, Qi Zhen didn't think he was very good-looking, but his facial features were soft and his outlines were clear, and he was at least one meter eighty-three or more.

It was no different from when she looked at him from afar.

But now he stood there, his hands propped up on the lectern, and a pair of eyes calmly swept from under the stage.

It's just a seemingly random glance, but it gives people the illusion that his gaze flashes over everyone's face.

All the sounds stopped.

All eyes were on the man on the podium.

He calmly opened the textbook on the lectern, and Qi Hao saw the hands, which were a pair of slender and beautiful hands, but they were different from the femininity of a woman.

"His hands are so beautiful" Feng Yue leaned over lightly and whispered in her ear very lightly, but her voice was dyed with deep excitement.

Qi Zhen snorted.

Teacher Ruan glanced at the audience again, his eyes were still calm but seemed to have the gentle peach blossoms in March, and the corners of his mouth had a shallow curvature.

It's not a smile.

Then he reached for a piece of chalk and, under the gaze of four or five hundred pairs of eyes, turned around and wrote three words on the blackboard.

Ruan Dujing.

For a moment, the whispers that had been suppressed were up again.

He didn't put down the chalk but squeezed it in his hand, and his eyes swept from the audience again, "This is my name, Ruan Dujing, everyone can call me Teacher Ruan or call me Dujing directly, I don't mind"

Speaking of this, his eyes softened, and a smile seemed to fade slightly, "After all, it seems that I am only five or six years older than you."

Qi Hao was stunned for a moment.

Although she knew that this Teacher Ruan was very young, she had never thought that he was only five or six years older than them.

"Now you can ask any questions you have," he said, turning around and raising his hand to erase the words "Ruan Dujing".

Then he gently patted the chalk ash off his hand.

"Teacher!"

A female classmate blushed and raised her hand.

"You say," he chuckled, his eyes falling on the girl's face.

The girl's face turned even redder, but Qi Hao saw that someone next to the girl was secretly stabbing her arm, she blinked, "I want to ask the teacher how old she is this year and what year she was born."

As soon as these words came out, the classroom instantly boiled.

But Na Ruan Dujing just smiled faintly and motioned for the girl to sit down, "I'm 27 this year", his eyes hurriedly swept over the faces of a group of girls, as if he wanted to say something and didn't continue.

Qi Zhen also silently calculated the age difference with him.

He was six years older than her.

With the first one, it's much easier later.

As soon as Ruan Dujing's words fell, another girl stood up, it was the girl in front of Qi Hao, she was so fast that she was startled.

"Teacher, how tall are you?"

Qi Zhen glanced at Ruan Dujing slightly, and the girl at the table in front of her suddenly sat down before she had time to retract her head, and her tilted head was a little obvious.

But Teacher Ruan's eyes were looking at them.

Calm and smiling.

Qi Hao hurriedly straightened her head. Her face was a little red, knowing that Teacher Ruan might be looking at the female classmate at the front table and maybe she didn't notice her at all, but she still felt a little embarrassed.

"One Hundred and Eighty-Five"

His voice is as cool as the lake water in the shade of a tree in summer, and it penetrates into people's ears and hearts little by little, which is particularly good.

Before Qi Zhen could come back to her senses, an unfamiliar female voice came into her ears, "What kind of girls does the teacher like?" ”

The classroom fell silent suddenly.

A pair of eyes looked at the elegant person on the stage with excitement and apprehension, after all, he was a teacher, and asking such a question was already out of bounds.

Who knew that Ruan Dujing still smiled lightly.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his eyebrows, "Long hair."

Long hair?

What is this standard......

The girls looked at each other, and some people were about to stand up but were interrupted by Ruan Dujing raising her hand with a smile, "Okay, I can only ask three questions."

The girls sighed in frustration but no one dared to stand up and coax again, and Teacher Ruan had already lowered his head and flipped through the textbook, obviously not wanting to answer the questions anymore.

"Let's choose a class representative before we go to class," he said, looking up at the audience. The classroom was quiet, with only the rustling of pages.

He looked down and flipped through the roll call.

Good for a while.

"Hmm...... Let's seal it."

As he spoke, hundreds of pairs of eyes widened in surprise, and then they all looked left and right to see who was so lucky to be hit.

Feng Yue, who was hit, still looked stunned.

Ruan Dujing's gaze swept from the stage, and his eyebrows seemed to frown slightly, "Didn't you come?" ”

Qi Hao reached out and touched Feng Yue.

She just woke up from a dream, "Ah...... It's coming......."

Ruan Dui nodded, "Class representative, do you have any opinions?" ”

All eyes looked over, Feng Yue's face was even redder and almost dripping blood, and he hurriedly responded, "No...... No comments"

"That's it, let's start the class now......"

Qi Zhen also lowered her head.