Bo Silun. Burkhera forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

He was already the homeroom teacher of the freshman D class.

In the future, I will spend time with Ouyang Aiai.

There are definitely more opportunities.

Bo Silun. After a brief introduction of himself.

Let the freshmen in class D introduce themselves, and wait for the students in the class to briefly introduce themselves.

The duration of one lesson.

It's gone.

Bo Silun. Burkhera tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Alright, class." Bo Silun. Burkhera's voice was indifferent.

He turned and left the classroom.

"Mr. Bo!"

Behind him, a voice of grievance sounded.

Bo Silun. Burkhera turned.

The eyes are cold.

Looking at the natural introduction just now, the name is Wen Zhiyu's student.

"Wen Zhiyu, what's the matter?" Bo Silun. Burkehera's expression was elegant.

"Teacher Bo, some classmates slapped me." Wen Zhiyu saw Teacher Boslun walking out of the classroom and hurriedly caught up.

Bo Silun. Burkhera: "......"

As the patriarch of the Berkhera family in country S, the things he deals with are extremely important things.

There has never been a thing that anyone has just done for a slap in the face.

So he ran over and complained.

A glow of impatience swept over Boslen. The fundus of Burkhera's eyes.

He didn't bother to bother with these things.

"Who slapped you?" Bo Silun. Burkhera took a deep breath.

Remind yourself that he is now the homeroom teacher of Class D of Tiandu University.

The person who complained in front of him was his student.

"Ye Qinqin." Wen Zhiyu said things angrily, of course, there are some things that are not good for her, naturally she can't say them.

Bo Silun. The corners of Burkhera's eyes twitched.

Even if he is the patriarch of the Berkhera family of S country, in front of Ye Qinqin, he does not dare to be presumptuous.

An ordinary Wen Zhi Yu.

ran over to provoke Ye Qinqin.

This slap is a well-deserved hit.

It's just that Wen Zhiyu has already run to him to complain.

He is now the homeroom teacher of Class D, and he still has to deal with the slap thing.

"Wen Zhiyu, you go and call Ye Qinqin." Bo Silun. Burkhera said in a deep voice.

Wen Zhiyu was stunned.

Surprised: "Teacher Bo, why do you want to call Ye Qinqin." ”

"You said that Ye Qinqin slapped you, I asked Ye Qinqin to ask the ins and outs of this matter, and then I could decide who was right and who was wrong." Bo Silun. Burkhera explained.

Wen Zhiyu's face was blue and white.

Ye Qinqin was already better than her when she spoke, and when Ye Qinqin came over, she would definitely fall behind.

She didn't want Teacher Bo Silun to call Ye Qinqin over.

But there's no reason to stop it.

"Teacher Bo, look at my cheeks, it's the slap print of Ye Qinqin's fan." Wen Zhiyu stretched out her hand and pointed to her face.

Bo Silun. Burkhera's eyes flashed.

Looking at the red and swollen slap marks on Wen Zhiyu's cheeks.

Heart.

For Ye Qinqin, he was even more evasive.

Behind Ye Qinqin.

There are supreme nobles who even he can't provoke.

"Wen Zhiyu, I can't listen to you alone, you go and call Ye Qinqin over." Bo Silun. Berkhera looked at Wen Zhiyu and twisted and squirmed, but he didn't go to Ye Qinqin, and wanted to sue in front of him.

He knew that the real situation of the matter must be different from what Wen Zhiyu said.

Wen Zhi was depressed.

I could only run to the classroom to find Ye Qinqin in a huff.

She walked into the classroom with an ugly face.

came to Ye Qinqin's seat.

"Ye Qinqin, Teacher Bo called you over." Wen Zhi is a metaphor for air.

Ye Qinqin raised his eyebrows.

looked at Wen Zhiyu angrily.

Rise.

Follow Wen Zhiyu and come to Boslen together. In front of Burkehera.