Feeling her gaze, Gu Qixiao turned his head away.

After a while, he got up from the couch and went back to the bedroom.

Gu Qixiao thought that he was a person who was not afraid of difficulties, but during this time, he felt that he was going to be tortured by Ruan Tingfeng and went crazy.

often do some strange behaviors, get angry at every turn, and quarrel inexplicably......

Perhaps, they really don't fit together.

Thinking of what the little uncle said on the phone today, he found a pen and began to write the divorce report.

The next day, the two got up and took pictures, but neither of them paid attention to the other.

Ruan Tingfeng ate something casually, and went out with a cloth bag.

She first glanced at the vegetable patch, then walked to the bus stop as she remembered last time.

She specially advanced a little earlier to prevent her from running into Song Yingjun.

All the way to the University of the Arts, it was just seven o'clock.

The uncle met her this time and warmly beckoned her to sit in the communication room.

"No need uncle, I'll go to the office first."

The office of the Department of Calligraphy and Painting is directly below the president's office, next to the finance office.

She was the first to come.

Most of the tables were occupied, except for a few open spaces against the wall with papers piled on them.

She picked one next to the window, cleaned up the clutter, and found a stool.

Cleaned up, and the office took its time.

"Listen to Feng, this is Professor Yao from the Department of Painting and Calligraphy, you should listen to Professor Yao's lectures more in the past two days. Then if there is anything you don't understand at work, just ask Mr. Xiao Chen next to you. ”

The middle-aged man who spoke was Master Xu's assistant, and Ruan Tingfeng had met him last time.

The teacher he was referring to was a man of about 20 years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and full of books.

was named, Teacher Xiao Chen politely stretched out his hand to Ruan Tingfeng, "Hello Teacher Ruan, my name is Chen Dazhi." ”

"Hello, I'm Ruan Tingfeng."

"The first class is Professor Yao's, I'll take you to the classroom first."

"That's troublesome."

Chen Dazhi walked in front of him to see if she had followed Ruan Tingfeng had a good impression of him.

This class is a calligraphy class, and there are not many students.

As soon as Ruan Tingfeng came in, he attracted the attention of the whole classroom.

She wasn't too old compared to other teachers, and she looked younger with a round face.

"Is this a transfer student?"

"Teacher Xiao Chen brought it in!"

"I also want to sit with Teacher Xiao Chen."

The whispered discussions of the female classmates below did not escape Ruan Tingfeng's ears.

She smiled, she didn't expect the students of this era to be so crazy about good-looking teachers.

Chen Dazhi touched his nose embarrassedly and said embarrassedly, "Let's sit in the last row." ”

"Okay."

It wasn't until Professor Yao entered the door that the students withdrew their gaze.

Today's line of grass, now the school equipment, the teacher can only demonstrate on the blackboard.

Ruan Tingfeng concentrated on memorizing the rhythm of Professor Yao's lectures, and wrote examples in his notebook for some words.

Chen Dazhi watched from the side, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

"Somebody come up and write a few words from this lesson?"

The most terrifying part of this class came, and everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Professor Yao.

Professor Yao is a well-known strict teacher in the department, and his most scary habit is to order people to take the blackboard for an exam before the end of the course.

Regardless of gender, gender, good or bad grades, he picks thorns equally.

As long as a little mistake is found, points will be deducted directly!

It's almost halfway through the semester, and no student has been able to pass through his hands safely.

"Don't you even raise your hand? Then I'll order it casually. ”

In an instant, the feeling of oppression in the classroom increased a lot.

Li Yunting, who was sitting in the middle of the front row, had never been clicked, and her head was almost buried under the table.

Teacher Xiao Chen is still there today, and he must not lose face in front of him.

Li Yunting felt that Professor Yao's gaze fell on her, and suddenly she didn't know where she got the courage, and said loudly: "Do you want the new classmates to show themselves?" ”

Her voice saved the whole classroom.

Everyone reconsidered.

"Yes, Professor, let the girls in the back go up."

"We all recommend her!"

was pushed out by the children, Ruan Tingfeng was really not surprised.

During the class, the eyes fell between her and Chen Dazhi from time to time.

There are also whispers that they think they are well hidden.

Sure enough, when I became a teacher, I realized that the small movements of the students below were really visible.

Professor Yao looked at Ruan Tingfeng and spread out his hands.

"Xiao Ruan, look at this ......."

"Professor Yao, let's bring some students. Xiao Ruan's main research is Chinese painting. ”

Chen Dazhi said to Professor Yao first.

Then, he lowered his voice and leaned into Ruan Tingfeng's ear: "Don't worry, Professor Yao now knows that you are not good at calligraphy, and he will not embarrass you." ”

Ruan Tingfeng quietly distanced himself from him.

"Okay, thank you then."

"You're welcome, these students are all ghosts, you call me if you have something, I'll help you get them!"

Ruan Tingfeng looked at the eyes of the girls who were about to breathe fire, and the faces of Chen Dazhi who were close again, and were speechless for a while.

Big brother, are you sure you're not pushing me into the fire pit?

However, in the end, he spoke, and Professor Yao still had to give some face.

"Then Li Yunting came up and wrote."

was named, and Li Yunting's whole body trembled.

Mo Mo chirped and walked to the blackboard, his face full of reluctance.

Obviously, her handwriting did not satisfy Professor Yao.

It was embarrassing enough to be criticized in public, but today's favorite teacher Xiao Chen is still there.

Li Yunting was about to cry.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she looked at Ruan Tingfeng's clear eyes, and she felt more and more like a clown.

She blamed Ruan Tingfeng for her embarrassment.

"Professor Yao, it's not time for class to end yet. Can I order another classmate to write it? ”

"Okay, let's do it."

After reading Li Yunting's miserable words, Professor Yao was suspecting that there was something wrong with his teaching level.

He frowned and thought about it, and when he reacted again, Ruan Tingfeng had already been called to the podium.

"Professor Yao, I'd better satisfy everyone's curiosity."

When Chen Dazhi saw her coming, his face was full of sadness and he gestured desperately.

Ruan Tingfeng directly ignored him, picked up the chalk, and wrote eight big characters in the center of the blackboard in a chic and neat manner.

"Mingde is a good thing, and he is a good person."

"Mom, she's so high?"

As soon as the pen was put down, the pot exploded in the audience.

Those who wait and see, those who gloat, and those who wait for the end of class emerge in endlessly.

"But if she didn't write what she was taught in class, the professor would be angry, right?"

"Well deserved! Who told her to only know how to chat with Teacher Xiao Chen, and not listen to the class well! ”

The most excited one is Li Yunting.

Anyone who said that Ruan Tingfeng was not good, she had to interject.

What about being in the limelight, entering the professor's blacklist, it will be difficult to even graduate at that time!

She stared at Ruan Tingfeng, waiting for her to be criticized.