Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

In the late fifties, he was dressed in a strict Qipao, with a solemn face, elegant hair, straight back, and standing as a model as a etiquette textbook.

"You are Professor Hou?" Yan Yi people uninhibited opening, "I am Yan Yi people, new."

Professor Hou took a look at Yan Yiren and the red mark on the supervisor's face. She raised her hand and said to the supervisor, "first apply ice."

The supervisor nodded unwillingly and turned away.

Professor Hou looked at the scattered Yanyi. "You, come with me."

"Oh." Yan Yi people slightly side head, to behind Chen Qie way, "follow."

"Yes." Chen CE put the mobile phone away, put it in the suit pocket, and then followed it into the room.

In a huge classroom, 29 students, each of them has a table in front of them, on which there are pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Twenty nine students were all dressed in uniform white cheongsam, with their hair carefully coiled.

Professor Hou took the lead in stepping into the classroom, and did not return his head. "Your position is at the last empty table. Now you are practicing calligraphy."

Hearing the voice, all the students raised their heads. Yan Yi stood at the door, let everyone look at him. Suddenly, he smiled and walked slowly to the last empty table.

On other people's desktops, there are pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but her desktops are bright and clean.

Stop talking about pens. There's no paper.

Practicing calligraphy?

With what?

Chen CE also saw it. He looked up and was ready to speak. He saw Yanyi raise his hand and motioned him not to speak.

"Young lady?" He lowered his voice. "They're trying to embarrass you."

"Of course I know they did it on purpose. Don't worry." Hand Chen ce a "you look" look, Yanyi people take the hand on the ruler, slap on the table.

Her strength is not heavy, but when the ruler is on the table, it makes a big noise.

Especially when other students are practicing calligraphy, the sound echoes in the huge classroom.

"Yanyi." Professor Hou, who is instructing the students, turned around and stared at her with deep eyes.

"Professor Hou, I'm practicing calligraphy. Didn't you ask me to practice calligraphy?" Yanyi people do not move, the hands of the ruler, slap slap slap slap on the table.

Let you make trouble for me, go on, who is afraid of who.

No pen, no paper, let me practice calligraphy, practice your head!

Do you want to practice one?

Professor Hou's eyes are slightly cold. "Without ink, paper and inkstone, would you not ask? What's the use of having a mouth? "

"Professor Hou, you know I don't have any ink, paper and inkstone?" Yan Yiren pretends to be surprised. "Then you still let me practice calligraphy. Didn't you deliberately bully me, the new comer? Professor Hou, you are still a teacher. Is it really good to do so? "

Shuilanzhi put down her brush, turned around, frowned slightly, and said softly to her, "Miss Yan, I think it's just an oversight. After all, the logistics department is in charge of the preparation of such trivia as brush, ink, paper and inkstone. You don't understand, but you can't blame Professor Hou with your mouth open. It's not good. "

Her voice seemed to be lowered, but the Yanyi knew that everyone in the room had heard it.

The students raised their hands and chuckled.

Or can't suppress the shoulder movement, or can't control the sound overflow.

Everyone looked at her eyes, from the beginning of the amazing, into the now laugh.