Chapter 1971: Ancient Tomb Beads (26)

After the title appeared, Yu Chu was a little bit laughing in the back row.
She supported her forehead and glanced at the beauty around her, trying to see what his face was.
But the beauty is very calm, the wrist beads touch the table, a pen rotates between his fingers, the black cap is lined with white fingers, and the joints are distinct.
The students in the front row are whispering and can't help but look back. The beauty of the painting, the immortality, is like coming out of the comics.
The old professor in the front row said: "Students, I will take everyone today to meet Mr. Xu."
If it is in the past, there are always many people who listen to Xu Zhi’s class. Because this big man has many legends, many of his stories are worth listening to.
But today's class is a bit commotion.
The old professor felt a bit strange. He put on his glasses and glanced at it. He saw the depth of the back row at a glance.
The slender and gentle young man has excellent temperament, and the silver hair is white and has a dreamlike beauty.
When the old professor stayed, he frowned suddenly and seriously. "The classmate in the back row stood up."
Yu Chu’s elbow hit and hit the side of Xu Shen, whispered:
The teacher called you.

Xu Shen decapitated, stood up from his seat, and his black and white eyes looked quietly at the front.
The old professor paused inexplicably.
He didn't see the person's face originally. He just saw the silver hair. He wanted to scream and criticize the education. How can students dye their hair when they enter the classroom?
But at this time, this student is right, but he inexplicably feels that the other person's temperament has a familiar feeling, and always feels like he has seen it.
And his silver hair is like a natural, lined with white to transparent skin, and exquisitely beautiful and incredible facial features, but it is very good.
The other pair of ink-stained eyes looked at him, and did not see any emotions, just gentle and elegant.
As a result, the old professor’s critical education was inexplicably stopped, and the harsh tone was changed to a harmonious voice:
This classmate, you look at the face, wasn’t this professional before?

Yu Chu thought that the zombie beauty is not in this era, and it is inevitable that I don’t know what the old professor is saying.
She quickly wrote the note, pushed it over, and told Xu Shen to follow the above.
The silver-haired youth glanced at it.
The note says: "I came with my friend."
He made a slight meal and looked up at the old professor on the podium. The light-colored lips slightly smirked and smiled.
The voice of the youth is gentle.
"Well, I am coming with my girlfriend."
The entire lecture hall was silent, and everyone’s eyes were gathered on the girl next to him.
Yu Chu: "..." When did Mr. Xu learn the word girlfriend?
She smiled at the sight of everyone, and quickly pulled people back.
The old professor smiled openly. "It’s not impossible to accompany your girlfriend. It’s good to listen to history."
Xu Shen’s line of sight stopped on the projection, and when he saw the name of the courseware, he paused and sighed.
Yu Chu gave him a look.
I don't know how to feel when I look at myself in later generations. And it is still an old professor with a gray hair, telling about Mr. Xu’s beauty and anecdote...
This class is really about the life of Xu Zhizhen.
Among them, there are also rumors of Mr. Xu’s peach color in history, which is the kind of embarrassing.
The old professor’s pointer knocked on the projection.
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