Mr. Lu's family's act of being a demon

Chapter 241

The moment they saw Jing Yiren, everyone took a deep breath.

Her brown hair is shawl, her temples are pulled back, and she is fixed with a simple diamond hairpin. The fresh and refined Jing Yiren makes men dumbfounded.

Women are like seeing a ghost.

"Then... is that the notorious Jing Yiren?"

"She actually went back to school. Isn't it rumored that she committed suicide?"

"Why does she seem to have become more temperamental? I remember that she used to always arch her back and walk with splayed feet."

"Who knows, it's probably a ghost."

"She's become really pretty."

Jing Yiren had a haughty and unyielding demeanor, as if a queen had arrived, the demeanor that everyone should kneel down.

Lifting his chin, he scanned the surrounding environment indifferently.

His eyes scanned Professor Fu Mingjun who was holding a book at the stairs of the teaching building and wanted to go upstairs.

The moment Fu Mingjun saw Jing Yiren, he was shocked, his eyes were full of astonishment and shock.

It was only when he found Jing Yiren's clean eyes looking at him that there was no trace of impurity in them that he came back to his senses.

He growled at Jing Yiren: "I'm only here now. Class is already in session." After saying that, Fu Mingjun turned and went upstairs to attend class.

"..." Liu Xiaodong next to Jing Yiren was startled by Fu Mingjun's yell.

He glanced at Jing Yiren puzzled.

She remembered that the first class in Ms. Jing's schedule was an English class at 9 o'clock, and the professor just now had a history textbook in his hand.

Jing Yiren didn't bother to pay attention to Professor Fu Mingjun, every time he would hurt her a few words, even if she didn't hurt her, it would be a bad thing to meet him.

Jing Yiren followed Liu Xiaodong's footsteps towards the classroom where she was studying.

The first class is English and the second class is history.

The large, spacious and bright stepped classrooms are much more upscale than ordinary universities, with projectors and mobile PPT interfaces for lectures.

Jing Yiren sat in the back seat. In order not to affect Jing Yiren, Liu Xiaodong sat in the corner of the back.

It's just that this English class is too boring. Even though Jing Yiren has learned a lot of oral English, she can't understand most of the teacher's words.

Turning the pages of the book, resting his head on his arm, halfway through the book, he was so bored that he fell asleep.

The chicken was shaking its head like it was pecking at rice.

Jing Yiren didn't know how long she had slept. When she vaguely heard someone calling her, she was poked hard on the back.

She opened her eyelids in a daze and sat up in a jerk.

Everyone in the huge classroom looked at her...

Jing Yiren didn't understand what was going on and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Professor Fu Mingjun with a dark face on the podium in front of him inexplicably.

"..." Jing Yiren looked around blankly.

Why did the foreigner who spoke English just now disappear, and why did Fu Mingjun come here?

The whole class looked at her.

Just when Jing Yiren was at a loss, Professor Fu Mingjun, who had a cold face on the podium, repeated the question just now with a microphone.

"How long is the origin of jazz music and its history? Jing Yiren answered me."

"..." Jing Yiren sat on the seat blankly, looking at Fu Mingjun dully.

This dead man is clearly messing with her, how could she know such a ghost.

Seeing that Jing Yiren didn't respond for a while, Fu Mingjun said again: "Jing Yiren stood up."

"..." Jing Yiren looked at him blankly, pursed his lips, and stood up slowly.

"Answer question."

The attention of the whole class is on Jing Yiren.

(End of this chapter)