Chapter 950:

And in that kind of place, many facilities are relatively backward, so he can't burn fire, doesn't know how to ride a bicycle, and looks very clumsy. The upper class elites live in the countryside rashly and feel out of place.
And now he.
Wearing a suit with a dark shirt, a dark blue tie, and a stiff figure, all his mouth is about academic professional language and a lot of extracurricular knowledge. This makes Li Weiran, who has never seen him like this before, as if I met him again.
When Cheng Dongyuan lectured, he was very serious at first.
But it seemed that after seeing someone, his expression became much more relieved, and his straight body was somewhat casual.
Putting one hand in the suit pants and holding a white chalk in the other hand, it feels like a cigarette is sandwiched.
After a class, everyone listened with rapt attention and relish, especially the female students, who were fascinated by this thirty-something professor.
In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that a man in his thirties, mature, intelligent, elegant and calm, with a handsome face, a tall body, a lot of money, or single, standing there seems to be exuding him wantonly. The charm is the same.
Until the end of the get out of class bell, everyone still remembered.
Ready to leave get out of class to surround him and ask questions.
In the process, Dongyuan seemed to see the eager thoughts of the students below, and stopped looking at someone.
The latter quickly lowered his head, fearing that he would say something to her.
Unfortunately, things will not go as she wishes.
The next second-
"My class representative, come here after class is over."
As soon as I said...
Xu Weiran: "..."
Her eyelashes were slightly inflamed, and her hands clenched a little.
"Ah, not yet! Go! The teacher called you!" The roommate shook her arm, whispering excitedly.
In this way, Xu Weiran got up and went in full view.
Attracted the envy and jealous eyes of countless girls.
She just stepped down from the steps of the lecture hall, he looked at her, she looked at him.
That feeling suddenly became very subtle at a certain moment.
It seems that they have all become another person, another identity, in another world, once again met and involved.
Damn it, fate?
"teacher."
She came to him, her lips moved.
Cheng Dongyuan looked down at her like that, then took out a USB flash drive and handed it to her. He said: "There is a homework in it and copy it to the monitors of each class. I have something to leave. You can finish it. The office returned the USB flash drive to me."
As soon as he said this, the bell rang after class.
"Eh, you—"
"Don't forget, I'm leaving first." He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then said to everyone: "get out of class is over."
He left the podium without looking back and rushed to the door.
"Eh, teacher..."
Some students wanted to catch up, but they couldn't disappear faster than Cheng Dongyuan.
Xu Weiran looked at his disappearing back and slowly picked up the small silver USB.
The temperature between his fingertips is still on the U disk.
Her light brown eyes flickered slightly.
...
This sudden "Class Representative" job made her busier, but she had no other way.
After all, he was in front of him before, no matter how "awesome" he was, but now, he is all over himself.
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