Yan Jingxi has yawned for the twenty-eighth time, an average of one a minute.

Professor Yang, who teaches aesthetic appreciation, has no special skills, but the hypnotic function is first-class.

The slow speed of speech, coupled with countless repetitions, repetitions, repetitions, buzzing!

Usually in his class, Yan Jingxi didn't dare to sleep, because Professor Yang was more difficult to speak, and the last time a boy slept was directly demerited.

I really slept too little last night.

Yan Jingxi gradually lay on the table and fell asleep.

With a pinch of her stomach, Yan Jingxi opened her hazy eyes in her pajamas, wiped her saliva with the back of her hand, looked at Zhou Jiamin who was nervous, and turned her head along her line of sight.

Professor Yang stood at Yan Jingxi's table, his chin tense and his face pale.

Yan Jingxi immediately stood up.

"Sleepy?" Professor Yang asked.

Yan Jingxi was caught, and he couldn't argue.

"Go out and stand." Professor Yang snapped.

Yan Jingxi knew that this professor was difficult to speak, she graduated from graduate school this year, and she couldn't provoke right and wrong, so she walked out helplessly, leaning against the wall, and drooping her head.

Thoughts slowly glanced at the man from last night.

He should have guessed that the fiancé she said was Lu Youran, right?

If she confronts Lu Youran, she is full of ridiculousness.

However, thinking about it again, it is impossible for her to marry Lu Youran in the future, and it is impossible for her to have an intersection with Lu Youran's uncle, they are just passers-by in her life.

What's wrong with lying, what's wrong with being full of ridiculousness?

Suddenly, a tall black shadow suddenly covered his eyes.

"You're a teacher at school?"

Yan Jingxi heard a deep male voice and raised his head, it was the man from yesterday.

Surprise flashed in his eyes.

Today, he is wearing a black slim-fitting suit, a white shirt, meticulously buttoned up, and a noble Rolex on his wrist, vaguely revealing from his sleeves.

Yesterday I was too surprised to look closely.

The man in front of him is really good-looking, with heroic sword eyebrows, deep double eyelids, embarrassed eyes, and three-dimensional and profound facial features, very much like a prince in the aristocracy, with his back to the sun, as if dyed with a layer of light on his body, and his eyes in the shadows are also deep and long.

It can't be said that she is being punished, it is not a good thing to reach Feng Ruyan's mouth.

"Hmm." Yan Jingxi responded casually, not wanting to have anything to do with him, saying too much and making too many mistakes.

She walked towards the front in a detached manner, as if she had just passed by the classroom casually.

But as soon as she got out of class, she was ruthlessly 'invited' into the office by Professor Yang and began a series of lectures.

"A review of 3,000 words, one less word is demerited." Professor Yang finally said.

Three thousand words? Even if she began to confess when she was eight years old, she didn't have so many words to write.

Yan Jingxi just wanted to plead again, when she heard a knock on the door, she looked at the door.

Lu Muqing walked over with a clear and noble step, holding a book in his hand, showing an elegant smile, and shouted in a slightly hoarse and deep voice, "Teacher Yang." ”

Yan Jingxi saw that it was him, and when he was in class, he said that he was the teacher's cowhide, and when he got out of class, he blew it up, and his face was hot and embarrassed.

When Professor Yang saw Lu Muqing, he swept the face of the yin owl before, immediately stood up with a smile, took the initiative to bow his waist and shook hands: "Muqing, you are really willing to come, and now you are going to Siberia when I see you." ”

"Teacher Yang asked me to help, there is no reason not to come." Lu Muqing handed the book in his hand to Yan Jingxi, and asked detachedly, "Is this book yours?" Professor Yang likes Loulan very much. ”