"Wang Lili!"

"Zhang Yalan!"

...

Mr. Zhang's voice continued to echo in the classroom, but it gradually became noisy and noisy in the classroom. Everyone was talking about it. Of course, the object of the discussion was Mr. Zhang, the extremely weird teacher.

Actually, it’s not a big deal for Mr. Zhang. He really has no idea about what life in college is like. In the world of cultivation, there is no such thing as university.

It turned out that Zhang Tian was weak and sickly at the age of eight, and was idle and idle. He just named him a name in school and had a semester of sick leave. He couldn't get any useful information from his memory.

But the students did not notice that despite the noise, Mr. Zhang's voice was not very loud, but everyone in the classroom could hear it clearly, as if someone was talking in their ears.

"Li Shufang!"

When he clicked on this name, Mr. Zhang raised his head. From the beginning, he really paid attention to Li Shufang. The other classmates were all passers-by A and passers-by B.

"arrive!"

A crisp sound sounded, mixed with a hint of surprise and unwillingness. Young Master Zhang followed the sound and saw Xiaofang staring at him with his little mouth pouting. His eyes couldn't help but lit up for a while. After a long time, it turned out that she was Li Shufang!

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang suddenly realized that everything was connected. No wonder this girl lived next door to him and was still in his class. If Zhong Zaitian hadn't made a deliberate arrangement, how could it be so coincidental that I would have thought of it long ago.

And her mother was still Xiaofang and Xiaofang's cry, so why didn't she think of it?

However, in the photo Zhong Zaitian gave herself, a little girl with short hair and glasses. Although she is pretty and beautiful, she dresses a little rustic. She doesn't look like Li Shufang's current dress is very fashionable and fashionable, and her temperament changes a lot, so Zhang Dashao didn't react for a while.

Young Master Zhang couldn't help but curse Zhong Zaitian. This old guy didn't give him a photo of himself recently, which made him misunderstood.

He lowered his head and continued to look at the roster and quotation quietly. Soon, he clicked from beginning to end. A student was absent, named Meng Liangjun. Mr. Zhang looked at the classmates below the podium and asked, "Does anyone know why Meng Liangjun didn't come?"

The students shook their heads and said they didn't know. After all, this was the first day of school, so it would be strange if they could know.

"Oh, learn." Mr. Zhang nodded and said again.

As we all know, universities are generally mobile classes, not fixed classrooms, but some majors still retain the habit of fixed classrooms, which is no different from junior high school and high school. Of course, it is also a bit different, that is, no one cares where you want to sit.

This is basically the case in the foreign language department of Shuimu University.

Class 2 of Korean is a fixed classroom in Class 2 of Korean. The tables inside are filled with all kinds of books. At the order of Mr. Zhang, everyone was in an uproar and whispered to each other. They had never seen such a strange teacher before.

"Students, be quiet, don't talk casually. This is the class. You can play with your phone, sleep, eat, and do whatever you want, but don't talk." Mr. Zhang didn't like the noisy environment, so he knocked on the podium with his hands and said.

Furthermore, the lesson plan given to him by Director Qian also reads, and whispers are not allowed in class.

Originally, Mr. Zhang always spoke with his own words, but this time he was very sad to find that his dignified university teacher had been completely ignored.

The class was still noisy, and there was no one at all.

Mr. Zhang's face couldn't help but twitch. Fortunately, there was no acquaintance in front of him, otherwise he would have to laugh at him to death.

Shaking his head, Young Master Zhang didn't say anything anymore. He sat on the podium boredly, and continued to take the lesson plan from Director Qian to his counselor, and by the way, he learned about what a counselor looked like.

Of course, if he scanned the lesson plan with his spiritual sense, he could finish it in less than a second, but in this boring and painful class, doing this was just a matter of not having fun.

When the bell rang, Mr. Zhang got up and left without saying anything. But suddenly he remembered something again, so he turned around and walked back, stood on the podium and looked at Li Shufang, and said, "Li Shufang, come here."

"Me?" Li Shufang pointed at her nose and stared at Mr. Zhang for no reason. What did this guy tell me to do!

"It's you, come here quickly." Mr. Zhang said expressionlessly again.

Li Shufang pouted and, under the gaze of everyone, was very reluctant, lowered her head and walked out quickly. When she walked out of the door, she raised her head in anger and hummed: "Why are you asking me to come out?"

It’s not that Li Shufang disrespects his teacher, and that he had so many encounters with Master Zhang before, and with Master Zhang’s strange style, it’s really hard for Li Shufang to face Master Zhang like a teacher.

"It's okay, go back." Young Master Zhang reached out and patted Li Shufang's shoulder, and then said.

This is the object I want to protect, but Young Master Zhang cannot stay on Li Shufang at all times. Calling her out is to make her a spiritual mark just in case.

Of course, Li Shufang could not understand all this. She was stunned for a moment, looked confused, and then rolled her eyes: "It's inexplicable."

Twisting his delicate waist and walking into the classroom. Feeling the gossiping gazes of the classmates, Li Shufang was very angry and scolded Mr. Zhang again.

Mr. Zhang’s first class was over like this.

"No, this teacher is too strange."

"What a weird teacher is this?"

After Mr. Zhang left, the classroom became even more noisy, and everyone was talking about Mr. Zhang. Some people thought Mr. Zhang was a weirdo, some people thought that this person was too pretentious, and some people thought that he was mysterious, but generally speaking, no student could accept Mr. Zhang’s style.

After leaving the second class of Korean language, Mr. Zhang had nothing to do and had to return to the office.

The office building is not too close to the classroom of Class 2 of Korean Language. One is in the east of the school and the other is in the southwest. It is necessary to pass through the small path that runs across the south gate, which is the main gate.

"md, Meng Liangjun, stop for me! You dare to run!" A angrily scolded suddenly, and a figure stumbling and fleeing appeared on the avenue of the school, attracting the frequent attention of the students coming and going.

Young Master Zhang also turned his head and saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen running forward with his life. Four or five big and thick young men were chasing him, holding sticks and waiting for things in his hands, earrings and tattoos on the plane head. At a glance, you can tell that he was a scumbag-level person.
Chapter completed!