Digging medicine until half past ten, washing up about eleven o'clock, young people in this year, it is always not easy to go to bed too early.

Xia Luoshu slept at eleven o'clock every night, and after a rough swipe of various dynamics, he turned off his mobile phone and went to the Zhou Convention meeting without any major incidents.

A good night's sleep.

But the next day Monday.

There are Mondays with classes.

The first period is a big class, the kind of mixed with several classes.

It just so happened that Wen Chuhan and himself were heavy in this class, and they were still the same teacher, so they woke up the other party from the bed early in the morning.

"Xia Xia, is it a big class?"

"Well, you hurry up and take a seat together in a moment."

"I want to skip class, so many people can't skip one or two teachers in a big class, so you can help me reach it when the time comes. Or skip school with me? Cool crooked. ”

Xia Luoshu didn't know how a person who was mentally depressed and obviously didn't sleep well suddenly became excited after talking about skipping class.

Instantly so spiritual.

"It's not impossible to help you achieve it, but it's a pity that this class is Lao Han's class."

"What about Old Han...... Wait a minute! Old Han's class? Han Wuzhi's Han ??? ”

Looking at Wen Chuhan, who was completely sober, Xia Luoshu helplessly shook his shoulders and spread his hands.

"It's that old Han. Now, it's time to get up. ”

"Right now, right away!! I'm going to get up! Why did I fall in love with his face in the first place! ”

Ignoring Wen Chuhan, who was a little crazy, Xia Luoshu packed up his things.

A good day starts with not skipping the first lesson.

Old Han's name is Han Wuzhi, forty or fifty years old, but he is still handsome and compelling, with the taste of a mature man.

When I came to the lecture hall, there were already a lot of people, so I found a central position and sat down, blending in with the crowd.

Han Wuzhi's class is actually very good, as long as he signs in for the whole semester, he will never fail the course, and at most there will be a difference in the rating.

However, it is different from other teachers' classes.

Other teachers sign in for class, and he signs in after class.

There is a small test with homework, and whoever hands in the small paper signs in.

Skipping classes has been completely eliminated.

Except, of course, those who don't want to pass.

However, there will be a make-up exam if you fail, and Lao Han's make-up exam is to be retaken in the next semester, which cuts off the road for many people.

In addition, his name is Han Wuzhi, everyone jokingly calls him Wuzhi Mountain, and the students have become Sun Monkeys who are pressed by him under Wuzhi Mountain.

No matter how monstrous your skills are, you can't do anything about him.

Play truant?

When encountering Wuzhi Mountain, skipping class does not exist.

Wen Chuhan didn't want to retake it, so she chose to take classes well.

By the way, Lao Han also said.

He may be late for his lesson, but it can't be more than ten minutes.

Because being more than ten minutes late for class is soulless.

However, in view of the interesting and vivid nature of Lao Han's lectures, everyone still sells his face, otherwise it would not be possible for so many students to take his courses every time.

It's just that there was obviously an accident today, and I don't know if it's because of his bad face.

Fifteen minutes after the class began, a "report" came from outside the door.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Han Wuzhi motioned to the classmates near the door to open the door, ready to see which great god was provoking his majesty.

The classroom door opened, and looking at the boy who walked over quickly while bowing his head apologetically, Han Wu was stunned for a moment, and then spoke.

The majesty of the teacher made his voice a little louder.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Sorry, teacher, I'm late." The clear voice was a little intoxicating, and the young man raised his head, and there was a "hiss" sound in the front row.

Han Wuzhi frowned.