A Chan was carried back by her professor.

Obviously, the professor didn't want to keep a low profile at the top of the royal family.

He just wants everyone to know that the little girl in his arms is his.

Like him.

Let him kiss.

Like him pro.

One at a time......

One more time.

Look, they were so ashamed that they covered their faces with their little hands, and they were embarrassed to see people in his arms.

It's just a pity that no one sees such dog food.

Because.

The "crazy" Professor Austin is so bewitched that he gives people little flowers and bones that don't understand anything, watering them.

Again and again without saying.

It's not a lie, it's what the little flower bone wants by herself.

When I finally came out of the office, it was dark.

Students should go home, and they all go home.

Most of the people who live on campus are not active here.

This holy and holy professor Austin, for the first time, feels that it is really not a pleasant thing to keep a low profile.

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So.

Is Azen still sleeping in her professor's class?

Never sleep again.

A pair of soft and cute moist eyes, just staring at the professor.

Unblinking.

The little hand rests on the cheek and tilts the little head to look.

Wherever he went, his little head was tilted to that side.

I don't know and think she's a cute sunflower.

Hurt Professor Austin, and throughout the class, his holy and fair face was tinged with a suspicious crimson.

The classroom was full of students, but they thought that Professor Austin was really terrible.

How did you train it, so you trained Ah Chan's classmates who only knew how to sleep in class and scored zero in the test?

Look at her eyes, that love for academics, how urgent.

It's like immersing yourself in an ocean of knowledge.

What if all the disobedient students in the school let Professor Austin take him to the office for a lecture?

Then in their school, there will be no more students who fail or retake.

Professor Austin blushed.

His eyes swept across the entire large classroom at will, and he had to take a casual look at his little girl every time.

This look.

And he saw it.

The tight black department uniform may be too heat-absorbing, and the sunlight just shifts to the window next to the little girl.

The incandescent sunlight made the little girl's already delicate face almost transparent.

The white soft little hand pulled the collar of the college uniform.

Professor Austin on the podium had a slight frown.

Fortunately, the neckline is relatively tight, but it has not been torn open.

The little girl rolled up her sleeves.

Suddenly a white and delicate little arm was revealed.

The professor, who was high up, slowly stepped off the podium.

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

Not again!

The unkind Professor Austin has come down to inspect again!

Graceful and gentle steps.

Every time you pass through a row.

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

In the end, I don't know which table of unlucky ghosts I stopped.

There were many platoons in front that no one dared to look back.

On both sides of the penultimate row of aisles.

On one side is a classmate Ah Chan who is so hot that he pulls his collar and rolls up his sleeves.

The other side.

Rather, they all buried their heads as ostriches, praying that they would not be called up to answer questions.

Two rows in the back.

Refer to the other side.

Then, Professor Austin's slender and graceful fingertips stretched out towards Ah Chan.

From Azen's point of view.

I saw a big hand that was too beautiful suddenly stretched out in front of her.

Long fingers tugged up her rolled up sleeves.

Pull down.

Cover.

Ah Chan blinked his eyes, and when he raised his head blankly, his pink little lips were still slightly open in a daze.

He tilted his little head in confusion.

Under his gaze, he slowly rolled up the other sleeve.