With the opening of those people, the other people gradually returned to God and responded, "I know..."
Seeing this indifferent jaw head, Huai zisu began to turn around for class.
With the young people's cool voice, many people relax, especially the girls. Look at me, I look at you, an excited look.
"Fuck, this is the new literature professor? It's so fucking handsome!"
"Ah! Although it's impolite for you to swear, you're really handsome!"
"I've never seen such a handsome man in my life!"
"Fuck! I can't close my legs."
"I am willing to contribute to this man the delicate chrysanthemum I haven't had in 20 years!!"
"Fuck off!"
"God, how can there be such a handsome man! He is so talented! He looks young and not much older than us. He is actually a professor! He is handsome and excellent!"
"Woo woo woo, so handsome, won't you have a girlfriend?"
"No, can I be lovelorn again?"
After class, the students sitting together bowed their heads and exchanged quietly. Suddenly, a boy interrupted strangely.
"... haven't you found a very strange thing?"
Everyone was stunned and replied low, "what's the matter?"
"It's the teacher's name, actually called Huai zisu!" the boy's expression was even more surprised.
Before they could react, they were a little stunned. "Yes, what's the matter?"
Seeing that they didn't understand, the boy was quick eyed and stood up directly, "that's it, that!! what Professor Zhang said in his class before! That of the Southern Dynasty!"
The boy suddenly stood up and his words rang through the whole class.
After speaking, the boys found that the whole class was silent and quiet.
The boy was stunned. He turned around and looked at the slender Qingjun youth on the podium. He was embarrassed and sat down immediately.
Huaizi Su looked at him blandly, didn't say anything, and continued to turn around and start class.
The people at the bottom were all enlightened because of the boy's words.
Their faces were surprised and incredible. "I really remember what you said! It seems that it is! Didn't Professor Zhang give a class on the history of the Southern Dynasty last time? In that class, there was a key mention of the national teacher of the Southern Dynasty. It seems that the national teacher is called huaizisu?"
"I'll go. It seems to be true!"
"I said how so familiar!"
"As like as two peas, I think he is the same as my son in my mind, even better than I thought! Ah! I'm dead!"
No one listened to a class carefully. They were either discussing in a low voice or indulging in each other's face.
"Jingling bell -"
Huai zisu put down the chalk in her hand, calmly put down the chalk in her hand, and said coldly and gently, "class is over."
The young man picked up the textbook on the podium and was about to leave when a girl shouted at him.
Huai zisu's footsteps, eyes bland looking at the girl with short hair, "what's up?"
Everyone under the stage looked at him with bright eyes. The girl didn't expect that Huai zisu really stopped, and she was a little embarrassed.
"We have a few questions for Professor Huai." a brave boy opened his mouth.