"You're as fierce as you say." Chen Qingyang smiled slightly, and then walked very unceremoniously to sit down opposite Shen Mojun.

However, Chen Qingyang still has a sentence to finish, and Shen Mojun is more beautiful and moving than rumored.

Seeing that Chen Qingyang was so rude, Shen Mojun suddenly stood up, glared at Chen Qingyang and scolded angrily: "Stand up, who allowed you to sit down?" ”

Chen Qingyang was unmoved, still with a faint smile on his face, and said, "Teacher, don't be angry, women are prone to crow's feet when they are angry." ”

"Little bastard." Shen Mojun was completely enraged, and reached out across the desk, trying to grab Chen Qingyang's collar.

Chen Qingyang's eyes narrowed, the speed of Shen Mojun's shot was a little unexpected to him, and it was a little bit of a grappling shadow, no wonder Nangong Liang would suffer a loss under her hands earlier, it turned out to be a practitioner.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Chen Qingyang's right foot kicked the floor violently, and even the person with the stool slid backwards, quickly dodging Shen Mojun's probing claws.

Although Chen Qingyang's body has not recovered now, his reaction nerves have not degenerated at all, but with this force, there is a heart-rending pain from the wound on his chest, fortunately, he has long been used to it.

Shen Mojun obviously didn't expect that he would miss, and he bent over and was stunned for a while before he could react.

"That's a good angle." Chen Qingyang said with a smile as he stared at the spring light on Shen Mojun's chest.

But this time, Shen Mojun was surprisingly calm, not caring about Chen Qingyang's blasphemous gaze at all, and slowly stood up.

"Who the hell are you?" Shen Mojun asked in a cold voice, and his gaze at Chen Qingyang was also complicated.

Being able to quickly dodge her capture, Shen Mojun didn't think it was just a coincidence just now.

"Chen Qingyang, a freshman majoring in archaeology at Fuhai University." Chen Qingyang said lightly.

Shen Mojun glanced at Chen Qingyang with a suspicious gaze, then opened a web page on the computer, looked for a while, and really found the name "Chen Qingyang" on the list of freshmen of Fuhai University.

It's just very strange that Chen Qingyang's list does not have college entrance examination results, and only the word "special recruitment" is written on it.

"You're a special recruit?" Shen Mojun asked with a slight frown.

"Sort of." Chen Qingyang shrugged and said.

"Hmph, you're lying, Fuhai University only has five special enrollment indicators every year, and I know their names, and you are not among them." Shen Mojun snorted coldly.

"Maybe they'll make an exception for me once this year." Chen Qingyang said.

Shen Mojun shook her head slightly, she guessed that Chen Qingyang was likely to come in by connection, and her face couldn't help but become more indifferent, because she looked down on this kind of incompetent, only relying on the second generation of officials in the family.

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"And what are your specialties?" Shen Mojun held back her anger and asked, if it weren't for her own cultivation being good enough, she would have blasted Chen Qingyang out of her office a long time ago.

"I don't know if English counts?" Chen Qingyang glanced at the pile of books on Shen Mojun's desk and said.

Among those books, there are textbooks, lesson plans, and classics, but all of them are not English books without exception, obviously Shen Mojun is very proficient in English even if she is not an English teacher.

As soon as he heard that Chen Qingyang's specialty was English, Shen Mojun's indifferent eyes flashed with a strange look.

"Are you sure your specialty is English?" Shen Mojun suddenly laughed.

No one in the whole Fuhai University is not unclear that Shen Mojun, the most beautiful and moving teacher, is not a simple vase, she graduated from the Ivy League school of the United States, and got the doctorate certificate of the school at the age of twenty-two, and her graduation thesis was published on the most authoritative academic website of the United States, hanging on the front page for a whole month.

After that, Shen Mojun spent three years translating five world classics on her own, and her unique way of thinking and interpretation has been unanimously praised by famous translators at home and abroad, claiming that she is a treasure in the translation world.

Many large companies even offered a high annual salary of 10 million yuan to invite Shen Mojun to be a translation consultant, but she rejected them one by one, and what is even more surprising is that after Shen Mojun returned to China, he actually went to Fuhai University to become an ordinary English teacher, which made many people sigh.

And Chen Qingyang, a hairy boy, obviously doesn't know her details, otherwise he wouldn't dare to say that he is good at English.

"If you don't believe me, you can test me." Chen Qingyang said indifferently, with a playful smile in his eyes.

How could he not see Shen Mojun's careful thoughts, from this woman's eyes, Chen Qingyang could also see that she was very confident in her English ability.

“Iamthemasterofmyfate。” Shen Mojun didn't think about it, and directly blurted out his favorite quote.

The voice is soft and has a hint of sharpness, and even people who don't understand English can enjoy it.

"Repeat what I just said."

Shen Mojun stared at Chen Qingyang for a while, but to her disappointment, Chen Qingyang was stunned in place and didn't react at all.

Sure enough, rotten wood can't be carved!

Just as Shen Mojun was about to blast Chen Qingyang out of the office, a thick and magnetic voice sounded.

“Iamthecaptainofmysoul。”