Lin Yifan's head was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, his head was lowered, and he wanted to be stuffed into the desk.

Suddenly, there was a sound of tuning in the classroom.

"Hello Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan! I am Lin Gong of Lin's Pharmaceutical, and Lin Jinbao is my father'......"

"Hello Mr. Yan, I am Huang Fangyi from Huiteng International, my father is Huang Xingyi, he said a few days ago that he wanted to see you, but I didn't expect to see you first."

"Hello Mr. Yan, I'm ......"

In the classroom, the students stood up one after another, staring at Yan Muchen nervously and excitedly, and several of them turned red with excitement.

Yan Muchen stood indifferently in place, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was annoyed, his cold gaze crossed everyone, and his voice was even colder, "Shut up." ”

Suddenly, all the noise disappeared, and everyone froze in place, and no one dared to speak.

The classroom quieted down, Yan Muchen swept everyone lightly, and then took Shi Ying's hand and walked into the classroom.

"Where are you sitting?" He looked back, and although his voice was still not gentle, it was many times better than when he spoke to others.

Shi Ying stretched out her little hand and pointed in the direction of the corner of the classroom.

In fact, she doesn't sit there, their classroom is very large, but there are no more than ten people in total, all the seats are free, you can sit wherever you want, no teacher will care.

On weekdays, Shi Ying would sit at the back of the classroom with Bai Qiaoqiao and others, and several people would get together and play mahjong happily. When the teacher talks to himself on the podium, they occasionally raise a glance, and the teacher will immediately silence them, for fear of making them play mahjong.

But it's okay to be arrogant usually, today she is surrounded by a big boss who can't be ignored, if she is still as arrogant as usual, I am afraid it will attract a lot of hatred, which is not conducive to her future campus life.

At a certain time, the girl took Yan Muchen to the last row of the classroom with the idea of keeping a low profile as much as possible, and picked a corner to sit down.

"All of you, sit in the front row, and don't come within three meters of me."

Everyone was stunned and ran to the first row in a panic, for fear that if they moved slowly, they would provoke Yan Muchen.

The corners of Shi Ying's mouth twitched, silently looked at the classmates who shrank to the first row, and then turned her head to look at Yan Muchen, who had an indifferent and cold face, and was speechless for a long time.

A class passed in silence, and the students in the classroom had different thoughts, full of curiosity, but no one dared to look back, because Yan Muchen was there, and the tutor's voice was unconsciously lowered, for fear of making noise to this big Buddha.

After class, the classroom was still extraordinarily quiet, and no student dared to speak, or even move.

Shi Ying raised her hand helplessly, wanting to support her forehead, but suddenly found that her hand had been held in the palm of Yan Muchen's palm, and when she moved slightly, he immediately tightened his palm, as if he was afraid that she would leave.

Slightly stunned, Shi Ying couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Yan Muchen, wondering which one his old man suddenly sang.

When I looked up, I found that he was closing his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

The sun fell softly on his face, dispelling all the coldness of his body, and the mischievous sunlight passed through the broken hair between his forehead and fell on his long, dense eyelashes, casting a large shadow.

In the sun, Yan Muchen's face was white and seemed to be reflective, crystal clear and delicate. This doesn't seem to be a word to describe a man, but looking at Yan Muchen at this time, Shi Ying only had these two words popping out of his heart.