Chapter 50: Art professor pK genius school grass, who is your dream lover?

In the next few days, everyone was shocked, Luo Zheng really changed from the past and entered a state of learning.
During the period, Zhao Yafang was worried about Luo Zheng's repentance. He even printed a gamble and posted it in a conspicuous position at the back of the classroom ... Then, under the witness of the students and teachers, the two signed the name together.
As soon as this matter came out, Luo Zheng walked to the campus and could gain a lot of strange eyes.
Even when I opened the campus forum, the hottest post on top was this gamble.
[This is a contest between the school scum and the class teacher. Can the school counterattack? The answer will be announced next month! 】
Luo Zheng's mouth twitched, pulling down the post, replying hundreds and thousands of responses, all of them were determined to lose!
Holding his chin, Luo Zheng gazed at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, why no one believed in a miracle?
For everyone's attention, Luo Zheng calmed down.
After all, Mu Sen's video came out in the last life, which caused him to lose his reputation ... At that time, everyone's eyes were contempt, scorn, and ridicule. The comparison between the two phases is really nothing!
In addition, apart from concentrating on review, Luo Zheng's only concern is the bodyguard.
Counting the time, she plans to go to school in the afternoon and go to Beijing University to see if Bo Hancheng has a job ... but, in her spare time, she brushes the Beijing University Forum at hand, and the eye-catching posts come into view.
[Beijing University ’s new "Professor of Fine Arts" pK Beijing University has been a "genius school grass" for four consecutive years. Who is your dream lover? 】
Attach two photos below, skip the Xi Mubai photo and go directly to the second one.
In the photo, the man is slender, his face is beautiful and picturesque, he wears a black shirt, and his trousers are straight and slender, showing a sense of abstinence.
Boom Boom, the beauty of the prosperous bodyguard, she really wants to lick the screen countless times!
"Uh-"
Luo Zheng got up suddenly, almost tripped over the seat, and made a harsh noise.
Then, all the classmates looked at her, quickly packed up their textbooks, and stuffed their schoolbags indiscriminately, and then rushed outside.
"Luozheng, what are you crazy about? The teacher came over right away and didn't hurry to sit down!"
Li Li got up at once, not covering her disgusted opening.
Unfortunately, Luo Zheng ignored it, and his back disappeared at the door.
In an instant, there was a talk in the classroom:
"I knew that she was just pretending to be a scumbag.
"Yeah, without thinking, bet with the class teacher and wait to drop out!
"She's like this. If I can get into the top ten, I will immediately live and eat shit!"
...
The students said that Luo Zheng didn't know it. After running out of the campus, he took off his school uniform and painted beautiful makeup, and then drove to Beijing University.
Beijing University, Beijing No. 1 University, and the high school where Luozheng is located are not too far away, just a ten-minute drive away.
Anyone who can go to school at Beijing University must have an unusual background or an excellent study.
Over the past two years, Luo Zheng has always paid attention to Xi Mubai and found the art teaching building directly for Beijing University.
Climbing to the fifth floor in one breath, Luo Zheng gasped and came to the door of a classroom.
I was about to see the situation inside through the window, but it was just across the door, and I heard the man clear his voice: "Classmates, my name-Bo Hancheng. From now on, I will temporarily take your art class--"
In an instant, Luo Zheng determined the identity of the man and couldn't help being excited.
"Uh-"
Suddenly, at the next moment, she pushed open the door of the classroom and startled a large ripple.
Usually, there are not many students in the art class, usually in twos and threes, you can count them at a glance.
Only look, now densely packed, about one or two hundred people, all with a drawing board, all looking at the unexpected guest-Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng's face was hot, and she was a little embarrassed, trying to ignore everyone and looking straight ahead.
On one of the podiums, the man stood quietly, wearing a simple shirt and trousers, and the sunset outside the window was faint and faint, shrouded in a weak light.
Not to mention, his face is as delicate as a lotus, like walking out of a comic, reflecting the blackboard behind him as a scene, like a scroll of ink splashing.
It does n’t make sense-her bodyguard, every time she looks at it, her heartbeat accelerates by one point, how can it be so perfect!
"This classmate, are you in the wrong classroom?"