"Report!"

Song Zhiyi stood at the door of the huge classroom and knocked on the door of the classroom carefully.

Tang Yuchen stopped picking up the chalk and writing on the blackboard, and turned his head to look at Song Zhiyi, who was looking nervous.

The students present couldn't help but look at Song Zhiyi, and secretly sweated for this classmate. Tang Yuchen, the most well-known professor in the Department of Physics of Z University, is also the face of the entire Z University. The usual sternness made the students under him miserable. It's the first time this has happened to be late for Professor Devil's class.

Song Zhiyi looked at Tang Yuchen's sharp gaze and swallowed involuntarily.

Yesterday, Zhou Feifei also specially informed Song Zhiyi that Professor Tang was very difficult to deal with, but Song Zhiyi didn't take it seriously at all, thinking that a mere professor could not deal with it.

But now, Song Zhiyi stood at the door of this open classroom, saw that the classroom was full of more students than other classrooms, and gradually regretted his simple idea yesterday.

What kind of professor can fill a public classroom of more than 300 people, and everyone in the audience is taking notes?

There is no doubt that it is only a perverted professor who can have this kind of achievement.

Song Zhiyi stood up straight nervously, and regretted his helpfulness yesterday very much-

As a full-time writer, Song Zhiyi always wanders in the King's Canyon when he doesn't write articles at home every day. It's okay not to wander, a wandering is a whole day, and sometimes your dear editor will greatly discover the scene of the crime, and then face the editor's life-threatening call.

But Song Zhiyi disagreed, and didn't feel that it was wrong for him to wander between the canyon and the TV series every day. She feels that she is called "being able to drag is a blessing", not to mention that these can bring her more inspiration for writing.

Regardless of whether the editor believes this or not, anyway, Song Zhiyi said that he believed it.

Song Zhiyi woke up in the afternoon as usual, and the ringing of the mobile phone was like a curse, which gave Song Zhiyi a headache. Song Zhiyi was sleepy-eyed and pressed the answer button directly, and his tone was very helpless:

"Eh, don't rush, don't rush, I'm writing."

Zhou Feifei on the phone was stunned for a moment, and soon shouted: "Song Zhiyi! Please look at the caller ID, I'm not your urging editor! ”

Song Zhiyi held the mobile phone for a moment, and then opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at the caller ID on the mobile phone - Princess Feifei.

In the past few days, Song Zhiyi has been scared by the editor's urging to draft, and he has dreamed of his deadly editor chasing him behind with a machete for several days, which makes Song Zhiyi stunned.

But, the devil is stunned, and she Song Zhiyi still didn't write a word.

Song Zhiyi yawned and said lazily, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhou Feifei on the other end of the phone instantly became energetic, and said excitedly: "I have good news for you, and I need your help by the way." ”

Song Zhiyi struggled for a while, got up and put on his shoes, and said as he walked towards the bathroom: "Tell me, what bad news." ”

Song Zhiyi turned on the hands-free, put the phone aside, and began to wash. Song Zhiyi's hair in the mirror is messy like a chicken nest, the suspender nightdress outlines her better figure, and the tattoos of roses and moons on her collarbone are obvious.

"Zhiyi, let me tell you......" Zhou Feifei gushed endlessly and began her long speech.

Song Zhiyi finished applying skin care products, took his mobile phone and walked to the desk full of Kuluomi ornaments and sat down: "So, the favor you asked me to help was to go to class instead of you?" ”

“Bingo！” Zhou Feifei snapped her fingers excitedly, "Whether I can be happy with my male god depends on you!" ”

Song Zhiyi pulled the corners of her mouth helplessly, she recalled the various bald middle-aged professors she faced in college, and she was unwilling.

If she hadn't been forced to be helpless, she wouldn't have wanted to take a bald professor's class.

What's more, she is still a liberal arts major, but Zhou Feifei studied physics!

There can't be more bald professors in physics!

Isn't it fragrant for her to put the handsome guys who fall in love with the producer in her mobile phone? She can also choose a concubine as long as she holds her mobile phone, why did she go all the way to see the bald professor?

Isn't this sick?

"I don't want it." Song Zhiyi turned on the computer and refused, "I want to write a manuscript." ”

"Eh, my aunt and grandmother, do you still know that you have to write a manuscript? I didn't see you put pen to paper. I don't know if the folder of new books on your computer is empty right now. ”

Song Zhiyi glanced at the folder he had just created.

Indeed, she still hadn't figured out what to write about in her new book.

"It's not that I don't want to help you," Song Zhiyi just wanted to persuade Zhou Feifei bitterly, but before she could finish the next sentence, Zhou Feifei picked up the conversation.

"Then you can help me, don't go against your heart."

Song Zhiyi sighed: "You say, isn't it a bit too much for me to go to physics class as a person who has a headache when I see physics?" Besides, I really don't want to see the bald professor! ”

Zhou Feifei knew that Song Zhiyi was indeed very hostile to the bald professor. It all started with the fact that a bald professor in Song Zhiyi's college days was unusually harsh, and the most excessive thing was that he would force his students to do some unspeakable things, especially female students.

Except, of course, for the more handsome professors.

Zhou Feifei held the phone: "You may not believe ...... when you say it"

"Then don't talk about it."

"Eh!" Zhou Feifei was so anxious that she patted her thigh, "Our professor, really not bald, and very handsome!" ”

Song Zhiyi typed and deleted on the computer, and didn't hold back a word: "I don't believe in your aesthetics, unless you swear." ”

"I swear, our professor is not bald and the other is a handsome guy. If not, I, Zhou Feifei, hit five thunderbolts every day! ”

Song Zhiyi listened to Zhou Feifei's poisonous oath, and instantly laughed: "Hey, okay." Just this time, not as an example. ”

Zhou Feifei told Song Zhiyi the time and place, and emphasized again and again:

Can't be late.

You can't leave early.

Don't get distracted.

Otherwise, the consequences will be terrible.

But now Song Zhiyi stood embarrassed at the door at a loss, she would definitely not be able to escape now, and it would be even more difficult for her to walk in with a high-sounding appearance.

"Which class, what's the name, why are you late?"

Tang Yuchen put down the chalk and books in his hand, and lowered his head to flip through the roll call.

Which class .....

She doesn't know!

That's it, just take one and see your luck.

Song Zhiyi replied: "Zhou Feifei from Class 1, I found the wrong classroom so I was late." ”

Song Zhiyi was indeed late because he couldn't find a classroom. And a large part of the reason for going to the wrong classroom is actually because on the way, a handsome elementary school brother asked her for WeChat, and then Song Zhiyi followed the elementary school brother into another classroom by mistake.

It wasn't until the professor didn't mention Zhou Feifei's name that Song Zhiyi realized that he had gone to the wrong classroom.

Song Zhiyi only saw Tang Yuchen's hand flipping through the roll call list paused, then raised his head to look at himself, and said coldly: "I don't teach a class." ”

“......”

It's over, it's completely over.

"Professor!" A boy in the audience raised his hand, "Zhou Feifei is in class 11." ”

Song Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been rescued, and then hurriedly explained: "Professor, I am from Class 11, and I just ...... Uh...... 'ten' pronunciation didn't come out. ”

Tang Yuchen glanced at Song Zhiyi, didn't say anything, just lowered his head to take notes, and raised his hand to signal Song Zhiyi to find a place to sit by himself.

After sitting down, Song Zhiyi was completely relaxed, and looked at the book of heaven on the blackboard for her boringly. Gradually, all her attention fell on Tang Yuchen.

He was dressed in a black suit, and under his gold-rimmed glasses was a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes. Bangs adorn this angular face in front of the forehead.

Song Zhiyi held his head with his left hand and looked motionlessly at Tang Yuchen, who was lecturing on the podium, and was fascinated. I have to say that this man looks really handsome, handsome and charming.

"Zhou Feifei."

Song Zhiyi reflexively came back to his senses, and jumped up from his seat with a "rub".

Tang Yuchen looked at Song Zhiyi, who was confused, and pointed to the blackboard: "Can you tell me how to write next?" ”

？

Song Zhiyi's eyes widened and stared at the various symbols and numbers on the blackboard, what were they, she couldn't understand them at all!

Tang Yuchen saw that Song Zhiyi couldn't give an answer for a long time, and pointed to the blackboard again: "Then tell me how far this is on the blackboard?" ”

This...... Where is this......

Song Zhiyi really wanted to sing to everyone on the spot: "One step and two steps are the steps of the devil."

Oh my God, please give me an answer, she really doesn't know about this science scumbag.

"Sit down," Tang Yuchen rubbed his eyebrows, "Come to my office after class." ”

This hour and a half Song Zhiyi is called a day like a year, ahh

finally got through to the end of class, and Song Zhiyi could only follow behind Tang Yuchen in fear.

When he first got out of class, Song Zhiyi heard many girls talking about Tang Yuchen's appearance, praising him for being handsome and handsome, and some girls even threatened to marry Tang Yuchen. Song Zhiyi really wanted to give this girl a thumbs up in her heart, admired her courage, and ordered a song of Cao Wanjiang's "You're Getting Married" for her.

Tang Yuchen put the book on the desk, turned his head to look at Song Zhiyi, who had been lowering his head, and slowly spoke: "Take out the homework and I'll take a look." ”

What's that, and homework?

Why didn't Zhou Feifei tell her about this!

"Professor...... That, that, I didn't bring my homework. Song Zhiyi's hands clasped nervously, "My homework is in my backpack, but ...... Belch...... It is...... I forgot to bring my bag when I went out in a hurry. ”

Song Zhiyi didn't dare to look up at Tang Yuchen, only to hear Tang Yuchen sneer: "Really?" Do you think I don't have an impression of my student union? ”

Tang Yuchen taught a lot fewer students than other professors, and he only taught graduate students, so he was more or less impressed with each student.

“......”

Song Zhiyi lowered his head and did not speak.

"Why substitute teaching?"

Song Zhiyi knew that what he was saying was useless, so he simply confessed directly: "I am Professor Tang's beauty for a long time...... and then realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately changed his words, "Phew, I have admired your name for a long time." It just so happened that Zhou Feifei had something to do, so I came on her behalf. ”

Before Tang Yuchen could speak, Song Zhiyi said again: "Professor, I know it's wrong, I promise that this kind of thing won't happen again in the future, you can punish me as much as you want." ”

Tang Yuchen took out a few pieces of A4 paper and put them in front of Song Zhiyi: "10,000 words review." ”

“......”

Hehe, a 10,000-word review.....

Hehe, it's so nice to teach you.

Song Zhiyi smiled bitterly and picked up the A4 paper and planned to run away. Tang Yuchen wouldn't find her anyway.

"I'll finish writing here before I leave."

Just as Song Zhiyi was about to turn around, Tang Yuchen's voice sounded again.

Song Zhiyi sat opposite Tang Yuchen resignedly, picked up the pen on the table, and made it up word by word.

10,000 words...... It's the amount that she, the author, has to write for a week! This perverted professor actually asked her to finish writing it on the spot now, this is not pure and wants her life!

Song Zhiyi felt bitter in her heart, but she didn't say it, and she didn't dare to say it, hehe.