Chapter 155: Tsundere's Corpse Teacher

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After sighing with emotion, Wang Yan continued to face reality. Pushing the bicycle, I casually stopped the two girls who were traveling together and asked politely: "Two students, do you know Professor Shi Daoren in the history department? It is said that he is ..."
Before Wang Yan elaborated, one of the girls with short hair and apple face shouted excitedly: "I know I know, Professor Shi is ..."
Only half of what she said, she was covered by the long-haired girl next to her. Some interested people looked up and down Wang Yan and said: "Handsome, you are wearing a peaked cap and black super sunglasses and asking for directions, is it too rude?"
At this time, Wang Yan, although wearing a peaked cap and large sunglasses, covered a small half of his face. But with his current figure, the temperament of the sun is enough to attract the attention of many girls.
Ha ha.
Wang Yan touched his face. When he was in school, he was not as popular now. However, this sunglasses and peaked cap can not be taken off, although the topic of Danghu male is much colder now. Once it is discovered, it will still cause huge uproar.
"Girl, I just asked for a way." Wang Yan said weakly, "Isn't it about being robbed? Is it so serious?"
"Poof ~" Both girls laughed, and then the long-haired girl pointed to an old building in front of him and said, "You are also attracted to listen to Professor Shi's lecture? He is in the teaching building. In the large classroom in the building. Unfortunately, today we have other important courses to take, otherwise we will also listen to Professor Shi. "
With that said, the two girls showed regrets on their faces.
Wang Yan was stunned. Listening to this tone, the corpse man has been in retreat for many years. How many days did I return to campus to give lectures?
And it's an obscure history lesson! Is the style of FD University so good? Girls and girls are so in love with history lessons? This style does not seem right.
With doubts, Wang Yan thanked him and rode a bicycle straight to the old school building. With excellent ear power, he also heard the comments of the two girls.
"That handsome guy is so handsome, just a little familiar."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"If you have a boyfriend, don't bother to look at the handsome guy for a while."
"Yeah, we should stop him and take a look."
Wang Yan is slightly sweaty. This man looks too handsome, really troublesome. Squeaky, the little ferret in the basket of the car lazily slapped him at him.
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When he reached the ground, Wang Yan locked the car and walked into the teaching building full of historical charm. After walking around on the third floor, I easily found the large classroom where the corpses were starting classes.
Although I have been mentally prepared. But seeing this large classroom full of Dangdang people, plus rows of benches in the corridor, Wang Yan was completely shocked.
It ’s just a history lesson, so popular! Why didn't he know that history lessons are so fun?
The corpse man standing on the podium is no longer the appearance of a suit upstart. Instead, he put on a set of gray robes with a stand collar, a fan of the Republic of China. His gray hair was meticulously wrapped backwards, a pair of glasses was placed on the bridge of his nose, and black cloth shoes were on his feet.
This dress up is really quite a fan of Chinese scholars.
"Speaking of that, there is a worship in Yuan Datou Mansion, Zu Shang was from Mo Jin School captain ... On that day, he took a brigade to pull a tomb full of the Qing prince ..." The story, "But unexpectedly when I opened the tomb, there was a black wind ..."
Wang Yan was lying outside the back door and window, listening to the corpses telling a story of touching Jin Xiaowei. I have to admit that when the corpse man told this story, it gave people a feeling of being there. Sometimes thrilling, sometimes mysterious, and sometimes creepy.
Listen, listen, Wang Yan is also fascinated. Because the corpse people use the storyteller's way to integrate historical characters and small historical events into this very realistic story, which is very vivid and nice.
It's no wonder that the old monster didn't start class very long. So many students were coaxed to attend the class, and the powder rose rapidly.
And most of those who like to listen to this lesson are female students. Because girls are more sensitive and fond of this kind of thrilling and thrilling stories, they are intoxicated.
However, Wang Yan is very skeptical. What is the motive for gathering female fans when this corpse Taoist is giving lectures in college?
After a class came, it was just about the wonderful place, but the corpse people stopped abruptly and announced that they would talk about it next time. The students, especially those female students, are boiling.
They rushed up and surrounded the corpses.
"Professor Shi, you can't just lift your appetite every time, just throw your away and leave."
"That's right, old wet old wet, you tell us another paragraph chant. This is not too high, people are very uncomfortable."
"Shi Jiao, are there really dumplings in this world? People are so scared in their hearts."
"This female classmate, the old man just interprets historical events and biographies in the form of stories." The corpse man supported the glasses frame. With a serious face, he even said with some demeanor, "Don't believe those feudal superstitions, but science. There are no dumplings or zombies in this world. They are all made up by novelists to defraud manuscript fees.
Wang Yan, who also joined up, was almost choked to death by this sentence. What does it mean to believe in science? What does it mean that there are no zombies in this world? You are an ancestor who made zombies, OK?
Moreover, he was so straightforward and blushing without panting. It is indeed an old monster that has lived for more than 100 years, so calm and calm when it comes to lying.
"Professor Shi." Wang Yan waved his hand outside the crowd, and showed a friendly smile in the corner of his mouth. "Look here, look here. Yes, this is the place."
The corpse man's eyes moved to Wang Yan, his stiff mouth slightly smiling.
Wang Yan secretly rejoiced in his heart, it seems that the senior corpse is worthy of being an old senior, the measurement is not small, and it is quite tolerant. It was only half a month later, and he didn't care about himself.
"Humph!" Before Wang Yan spoke again, the corpse man turned his head in a stern expression, slightly tilting his head with an arrogant look, and he was unwilling to give Wang Yan half eyes.
Uh……
Wang Yan smiled dull, and stretched his hand back to touch his nose in embarrassment. Some of the cold attitude towards the corpse people can't help crying or laughing.
Really young and old, the older the younger.
As for the girls, although they also glanced at Wang Yan, his figure was good. But at this time, all the hearts and minds are on the story of the corpse who has half said. "Professor Shi" is all around, continue to tell the following story. It's great that others are mature and suspenseful.
Even Wang Yan couldn't help but wonder what happened next.
And he is quite professional, and even if the girls are coquettish and cute, he just looks cool. Just leave a sentence, and listen to the next decomposition.
Then he carried his hands on his back and walked away.
After the girls chased it, they found that he could not be found at the corner.
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The forest trails of FD University are lush. The autumn sunlight at noon sprinkled on the ground with leaves mottled. The corpse man attacked his robe, carrying his hands like walking in the woods.
His seemingly leisurely and ordinary steps, each step taken, but it shrank like an inch, his body swayed over three or four meters.
There is a rockery of Taihu Lake at the corner, and the rugged mountain is covered with many green and tender moss. A vigorous sweet-scented osmanthus tree protruded the crown from the rockery side.
The mellow and fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance seems to make people unconsciously drunk in this lazy forest.
In a handsome sportswear, Wang Yan clasped his hands and leaned against the osmanthus tree. The little ferret squatting on his shoulders held the chicken legs that he didn't know where to stolen.
"Humph!" The corpse man snorted coldly again, passing by with Wang Yan, rolling his eyes and throwing it away. "The old man can't help you, can't he still hide? No more following the old man. Stink Boy! "
"Senior corpse, obviously you dragged me to fight." Wang Yan chased innocently. "Whether we win or lose, can we be kind?"
His figure swayed, walking side by side with the corpses. Regardless of the speed of the corpse man's movements, he will follow without abandon, like the shadows, like the maggots.
"Stinky boy, are there great weapons-level combat boots?" The corpse squinted at the cloud boots on Wang Yan's feet, stopped his feet, and sneered at the corners of his mouth, "Isn't it because of a great thing? Master, and then a pit old man playing a pig and eating a tiger? "
"Senior Corpse's words are boring." Wang Yan smiled lightly, "The genius and treasure used by the younger generation in cultivation, and the equipment they wore were all earned by brushing their own missions. As for the senior letter Or not believe it, the juniors ca n’t control it either. "
Wang Yan didn't lie about this. Uncle Cannon had no other than to throw himself a cheat sheet of pure Yang Shen Gong, and he didn't even impart any experience.
If one had to find the most irresponsible master in the world, Uncle Cannon recognized the first, and no one could recognize the second.
The corpse man looked at him up and down in surprise, but still said unhappy: "Whether you earned it yourself or inherited it. In short, the old man is very unhappy with you, just unhappy with you. Also, demeanor or something. The old man lived for more than 100 years, and he was half-cut to the ground. What more grace? "
"Senior, Beigong was originally your hometown." Wang Yan persuaded, "Don't you want to go back and see?"
"What's so beautiful? If you look at it again, you will get a heartbreak." The corpse man rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to go by yourself."
"However, if there is a large-scale riot in the Beigong corpse, the people living nearby will suffer." Wang Yan persuaded, "I see the experience of my predecessors, and I am also a patriotic and loving person. Look at those tragedies. "
"Joke, the National African Affairs Bureau has a large number of talents. It is really necessary to have such a big deal. Naturally, there will be senior people coming out to sit in town." Cut down. Like a small character like an old man, let's be a history professor honestly, and spend his later years. "
This is really thick like a city wall, oil and salt are not soaked. Looking at this sour tone, I said proudly the other day that the old man wanted to catch the young tail.
"Okay, okay." Wang Yan gritted his teeth and sacrificed the killer. "As long as the seniors agreed to join the" Beigong Corps Riot "mission, the juniors unconditionally contributed 200 ml of blood to the seniors."
"Stubborn boy, can this old-aged senior, such as the old man, be bought casually?" The corpse man said with a strict righteous face, "The old man is also dignified, at least 500 ml." Said, opened five fingers His head shook in front of Wang Yan.
"200 ml, no more than one drop." Wang Yan's position is also very firm. "The juniors are also willing to compensate the predecessors because of guilt in their hearts. It's really not possible. The juniors go back and ask the master to take the shot. Seniors are out of Beigong, and they do n’t want to see Beigong completely destroyed? "
Both hard and soft, the corpse's face changed a few times. Finally, a bright smile appeared on his face, patting Wang Yan on the shoulder and saying, "Comrade Xiao Wang, in fact, the old man did this, and he wanted to test your character. 200 ml is 200 ml, but you have to give it in advance."
Ha ha! This changed from stinky boy to comrade Wang. If you do n’t know that he came from the Beigong Xuan corpse sect, I thought he was the master of Sichuan opera. Senior corpse, Senior corpse, do you dare not hold back any more?
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