Professor Austin was noncommittal.

The sun was pouring in, and dust was floating in the air.

The professor's elegant voice seems to have a natural guidance and...

Bewitch.

"Whether it's a white lie or a deliberate vigilance, that's not history, that's purposeful falsification."

"When history is presented to you impartially, without praise or disparagement."

"When no one is at the mercy of your thoughts."

"You decide what you want to think of the Bloodlines and the Humans, that is the true embodiment of your values."

There was a long silence in the classroom.

No one has ever transmitted such an opinion to a student.

The students in a classroom stared blankly at the professor's beautiful face.

Undoubtedly.

In everyone's head.

There is a faint illusion that the blood clan has suffered a great grievance, and there is an urge to know the real blood clan.

White lace curtains shade the sun, and shallow shadows fall on the elegant and noble Professor Austin.

The young professor lowered his chin slightly, and the corners of his pink lips slowly hooked.

The cuckoo's voice rang out, and class was over.

Normally, at this time, the professor would pack up his lecture notes, bow his head gracefully to everyone, and leave the classroom.

I don't know today.

The professor actually raised his pace.

From the high podium, slowly walk down the aisle between the desks.

The boys and girls on both sides of the aisle straightened their waists.

What's going on, is the professor trying to catch students who don't pay attention to the lecture in class?

Although the professor is beautiful.

Everyone fantasizes about being alone with the professor.

But if you really get left in the classroom by an unkind professor... That psychological pressure is comparable to Ling Chi.

The young and beautiful Professor Austin is slow and graceful with every step.

It is as gentle as a night elf, and does not make a sound.

It fell on the hearts of the students, but it was extremely heavy.

Every time you walk through a row.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the backs of the students in that row, and they breathed a sigh of relief as if they were not dying.

Finally.

The professor stopped in the third-to-last window seat.

There was no one sitting next to the dozing little girl, and her little head was tossed and turned on the table.

The white lace curtains were blown up by the wind.

From time to time, her small figure will be hidden.

Standing on the podium, if you don't deliberately look for it, you will hardly find that there is such an unnoticeable little girl in the classroom.

The hundred and dozens of students were relieved to find that the professor had caught the object.

Then since it is none of their business, everyone is happy to watch the good show.

[Dumb treasure, dumb treasure? The professor is here, don't fall asleep, wake up, wake up! 】

Ouch, the system is in a hurry.

This Professor Austin is not easy to mess with at first glance.

It's searched for faculties.

Every semester, students who are deducted from their usual credits by this professor to fail, at least, um... Third?

Half?

Seventy or eighty percent?

Anyway, when the system saw the list, it seriously suspected that the mathematics of this era was a super problem.

Ah Chan's sleepiness was interrupted, and he woke up with a low whimper.

The pink and delicate little face was wrinkled.

When he squinted and raised his head, his little hands were clenched into fists and curled up on his shoulders, stretching out a lazy waist that whined and curled up like a kitten.

The eyes of the misty Dengden were the eyes of Professor Furui Wubo.

……

Dare to doze off in Professor Austin's class, which is known for being so strict that it is unsympathetic.

Ages.

I'm afraid it's only Ah Chan's classmate.

Willing to doze off in the class of Professor Austin, who is known for his world-class appearance.

I'm afraid it's only.

A Chan classmate alone.

Ah Chan's ignorant eyes obviously haven't woken up yet.

A little dazedly blinked, his pink lips opened slightly, and he looked at the beautiful man in front of him in a daze.

The young professor Austin can know without using the ability to see through the heart.

At this moment, the message conveyed in the eyes of this little girl is...

Not? Who is he? Where am I?