The first is a history lesson.

Today, Mu Junyan is wearing a cyan gown, like an ancient scholar, with a strong literary atmosphere but not thin.

On the contrary, his eyes are very deep, and occasionally he has the illusion that he is going to be sucked in.

Mu Junyan's lectures are not like other teachers' spittle and passionate, his tone is so unhurried, gentle and stern. There is an invisible magic that makes students who usually don't like to listen to lectures also attracted his attention and listened very seriously.

Next week is the last test before the final exam. Mu Junyan helped everyone review the knowledge points, and after about half an hour, he distributed the test questions he prepared for the students to do.

The surrounding classmates buried their heads in crying one by one, frowning and hugging their heads from time to time, showing an expression of lovelessness.

Needless to say, they are all silently shouting, 'The question is too difficult, I can't do it!' ’

Wu Yue sped up the speed of writing the question, and then began to think about one thing.

Regarding Song Sui'an and Wu Nian, she felt that it was necessary to find out from the boy in school uniform.

Unconsciously, she drew two stick figures of 'Song Sui'an', one large and one small, on the scratch paper, and put a question mark between the two of them.

Yan Chiyu on the side also finished the question early, and seemed to have insight into her thoughts, so he asked Cuihua who was lying in a bewitching lying position in the Wuyue drawer to speak.

Cuihua took out a blank piece of paper and wrote crookedly on the paper.

[Are you thinking about Song Sui'an? 】

This opening line successfully attracted Wu Yue's attention. She pretended to nod her head casually, but Yan Chiyu understood what she meant.

[I'll check it with you.] 】

/ The master slandered again while doing the quiz questions

He said that Miss Wuyue looked cold,

Hell it,

It's really nosy.

But the master said again,

He has the ability to let Miss Wu Yue meddle with things.

He can protect her.

- "The Little Handbook of the Iron Pillar"

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Getting Yan Chiyu's words, Wu Yue was in a comfortable mood and very beautiful.

After finishing the question, she played with the black carbon pen in her hand and turned it flexibly.

The cold snow eyes glanced at the classroom. She saw someone secretly handing out notes to hand out answers, and she also saw some classmates doing multiple-choice questions by throwing small dice.

Her gaze circled around the classroom and quickly fell on Mu Junyan. It's just that this time she fixed her gaze, so that she almost didn't leave this beautiful world.

Mu Junyan sat on the podium, leaning slightly sideways. Behind him, stood two guys in black and white, holding a book of fortune and a book of life and death in their hands.

Wu Yue faintly felt that there was a fluctuation of spiritual power on the podium, and Mu Junyan did not speak, but was obviously talking to the two behind him.

One of the white-robed ghosts suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Yue. Wu Yue's heart was beating like thunder, and she immediately turned her face away and avoided her gaze.

And it was such a subtle action that made her regret it a little.

Isn't this the place where there are no three hundred taels of silver, telling the other party that he can see him!

Sure enough, the white-robed ghost stabbed his little friend with a 20-centimeter wolf and motioned him to look at Wu Yue.

The girl bowed her head silently, pretending to be serious about checking the test papers.

The white-robed ghost flashed and floated to Wu Yue's side, talking in her ear, trying to lure Wu Yue into talking, so as to confirm that she could really see.

"Hi, little sister~~~" a kind and kind smile, a rippling tone.

Wu Yue froze her body, maintaining a movement and not daring to move, and she didn't dare to glance at her eyes, for fear of facing the protruding eyes of the white-robed ghost.

"Little sister, I see that your eyebrows are clear, it's very suitable—" The white-robed ghost said as he suddenly bent over Wu Yue.

The girl slammed to her feet and shouted, "Teacher—"

Mu Junyan raised his eyes.

"Teacher, I'm done, I want to go to the bathroom."

The man waved his hand and spit out the words unhurriedly: "Go." ”