Grandma's wanton life

Chapter 143 More teachers than students? (one more)
The next day, when he got up early in the morning, Ye Feng was still confused about the match in yesterday's game.

What the hell?
Did nothing and won?

But think about it... how exciting it is!Hahaha!
Early in the morning, Ye felt refreshed.

Originally, I wanted to give Su Ning a set of jewelry, but now I have clothes.

Count the days, um, there are more than ten days left.

It seems that I have to urge Mr. Li and the others, why is the amethyst not in place yet?

Can it work?
These big brothers are not liars, are they?

If it's too late, that broken crystal is still useless!

Thinking about some messy things in my head, I drove the car, took the little baby, and the little baby took Xiaoha, and the father and daughter set off.

Professor Ye originally had no class today, but those bastards in Haida actually changed the schedule!

Professor Ye, who didn't have a class at first, turned out to be a full class today!

Moreover, it is all poetry appreciation...

There are four classes a day, and they are all the same class, or are they all the same elective class...

He was also drunk, probably the first time in Haida's history.

It's still the auditorium of the Chinese Department, and the big security guard is still at the door.

"Professor Ye!"

Seeing Ye Feng coming, the big security guard put on a smiling face and opened the door for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng hugged Yiyi, and Yiyi hugged Xiaoha, but couldn't free his hand, so he nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you."

"No, no, it should be." The security guard was flattered and quickly waved his hand.

Ye Feng entered the auditorium with a smile, raised his eyes and glanced roughly, it was almost the same as yesterday, the entire auditorium was full of people.

He still took off his coat and put it on the desk first, then hugged his daughter on the desk.

"Be good, baby."

Ye Fengfu leaned into the little baby's ear and whispered a few words.

The little guy came here for a day yesterday, and he was not so serious today. He nodded cutely while hugging Xiaoha.

After setting up the baby girl, Ye Feng stood up straight, facing the microphone, and looked at the audience.

Seeing this, Professor Ye was taken aback.

I'll go!
This number is the same as yesterday, only a thousand to a few hundred.

but!

Who are these people?
Are you sure these are all students who came to class?

Although there were not many students who took poetry appreciation as an elective yesterday, most of them came here to join in the fun.But, at least they are all his students!
What now?
What is this situation?

Looking up, almost all of them are big brothers over forty!

What about a joke?
There are more teachers than students?
Ye Feng was dumbfounded standing on the stage, those students sitting below, the mentality of each of them has exploded, okay?

In the university circle and Haida circle, a post has already been pinned to the top.

The topic is: "You may not believe me when I tell you! I come to give a class, and he has more teachers than our students!"

I don't know how many replies there are below.

"Stop bragging."

"Hehe, one student is taught by ten teachers? Your father is the director?"

"Now it's for the fire, there is no bottom line!"

"You're just going to lie to the kid..."

Some of the first replies were all sarcasm and disbelief.

However, some students began to post pictures later.

"There are pictures and truths!"

The following are some photos in the auditorium. It seems that it was taken by a classmate who sat at the back, because there are many rows of seats in front of him.

But, just like this student sitting in the back row, there are seven or eight teachers sitting in his front, back, left, and right eyes!

"Have you ever experienced despair?"

Another classmate released a picture of the auditorium. In the photo, he and a teacher squeezed into the same seat...

"Hehe, what are you doing? I skipped class to see my idol, and ended up meeting our mentor! Fuck! He's sitting right behind me, I can't even move now!"

"You skipped class? I skipped school from the imperial capital to meet Mr. Ye Zi, and ended up meeting our principal, what do you say?"

……

There are constant complaints from classmates, and those who don't understand the situation look at those pictures with a look of confusion.

"This is the auditorium of the Chinese Department."

"Are you having an exchange meeting?"

"No, what are you students doing?"

"That's right, the school has a meeting, do you need students to attend now?"

The students from the foreign department thought it was some kind of exchange meeting held by the Chinese department, and they were all quite strange.

Ah.

Exchange……

What the hell should I talk to you, second uncle!

"This is our elective course!"

"Poetry Appreciation!"

"I'm also drunk. Now that I'm in class, the students in our class are almost becoming national treasures."

"To be honest, you come to our class to have a look, the principal, the dean, experts, professors, and students in other classes, there are only things you can't think of, nothing you can't see, that's what they can't see Students in our class!"

……

The students who chose Poetry Appreciation exploded one by one, and Ye Feng stood in a daze on the stage.

Although many experts and professors from other schools came over yesterday, compared with today, they are a bit insignificant.

Who are these people here?

The people in the rows in front now have name tags in front of them.

Hu Chenyang, dean of the Chinese Department of Peking University, Li Lihua, dean of the Chinese Department of Renmin University of China, Liu Libo, deputy director of the Chinese Institute of Beijing Normal University, the chief professor here, the dean and director there, these people are significantly higher than those who came yesterday Out of a grade ah!

At this time, Principal Wu coughed, stood up from the first row, and said to Ye Feng on the stage with a smile: "Professor Ye, you have seen it too, these are experts in our domestic mathematics field, all of them You rushed here overnight. Our school had no choice but to temporarily change your class to an academic exchange meeting. It’s okay, you can go to class normally, so as not to delay the children’s study.”

Looking at the smiling Principal Wu, Ye Feng looked back and felt dizzy.

Are the banners hanging out at the back?
A seminar on the history of poetry development?
What the hell is this!
Can this not delay the students in class?
Yes, there is no delay, twenty teachers on site are more than enough to teach one student, and you can also have a team with two reporters to videotape from there!
"Let's start then." Principal Wu turned around and said loudly to everyone.

Looking at Principal Wu, Ye Feng twitched his lips.

Forget it, let's start, will Professor Ye still have stage fright?

Isn't it just another large group of experts?
Don't panic!

It doesn't matter how many times you come!

In the face of iron-like facts, everyone has to kneel!

Clearing his throat, Ye Fengzhong angrily said into the microphone, "Let's go to class!"

Seeing the unsmiling Ye Feng on the stage, the teachers and students who had experienced yesterday's incident were all speechless.

I said brother, are you still here?
"stand up!"

I don't know which outstanding student yelled, but suddenly many people stood up in the auditorium.

These are all those who came to class yesterday, including the professor, the dean, and the reporter. As for the students, needless to say, they all stood up naturally.

But those experts who just arrived today are stunned!

Especially seeing President Wu and President Zhao who were sitting in the first row standing up suddenly, their eyes widened.

Ok?
I go!
Even Hu Chenyang, the old dean of the Chinese Department of Peking University, stood upright?
What is the situation?
Isn't he just a young professor?

As for it?
Ye Feng, who was standing on the stage, didn't speak, just looked at those who hadn't stood up yet.

At this time, those professors who knew each other began to pull at the same time beside them, and whispered something in their mouths.

After about 3 minutes, the new professors and experts stood up one by one as if they were constipated, and the untidy and dying "Old~teacher~good" sounded again in the entire auditorium.

(End of this chapter)