Host, You're Targeted

During a ten minute break, Tang Yan saw an unread message on his mobile phone, which was sent by Yuan Hansheng.

[yuan Hansheng: Mr. Tang has a good voice in class. I love it very much. 】

seeing the news, Tang Yan couldn't help laughing, and a group of girls in the classroom immediately let out a burst of low voice.

The number gap between male and female students in Chinese language and literature is particularly significant. The boys knew that the female students were all crazy about Tang Yan. Some of them raised their hands and yelled: "we strongly demand that teacher Tang be more serious in class in the future, otherwise we may not find a girlfriend!"

Tang Yan put down his mobile phone and looked at the boy who raised his hand to shout, and recognized him at a glance.

Because the boy's eyes were pasted with a piece of tape. It was Duan tingwen that day in the infirmary.

As soon as Duan tingwen said this sentence, there was a roar of laughter in the classroom.

They are all sophomores, and they know each other a little bit about the personality of their classmates, so now many people smile and accept Duan tingwen.

"Brother Wen, which sister do you like in our two classes?"

"Lao Duan! It's not good to fall in love with the class. It's embarrassing to break up at that time. "

"Lao Duan's spring is here."

Duan tingwen stood up and waved to the group of boys, motioning them to shut up.

Tang Yan watched the students make a scene. He just laughed helplessly. He was really a young man.

"Teacher! Stop laughing! You're acting on your commander

Tang Yan helplessly covered his cheek and turned out of the classroom. The noise in the classroom became louder.

"What is Mr. Tang doing?" Yuan Hansheng sat on the low wall of the corridor with a pair of long legs and looked at him. He repeated the words he had just heard, raised his eyebrows and asked, "do you commit murder by relying on your commander?"

Tang Yan didn't expect that Yuan Hansheng would sit here, put down his hand to block his face and walked towards him. As soon as his eyebrows were raised, his smile changed from helplessness to smile.

"Brother Sheng, come to my class?" Tang Yan went to lean against the pillar of the low wall and blocked the shot from the classroom with his own back. He wanted to see yuan Hansheng's eyes, "how long have you been sitting here?"

"Soon." Yuan Hansheng held out four fingers and compared them to him, "it will be more than 40 minutes."

Seeing that Tang Yan lowered his brow again, Yuan Hansheng raised his hand and poked it into his eyebrow. He pressed it twice with his finger pulp. He jokingly said, "Mr. Tang's voice is so good and his teaching method is so novel that I can't help but listen to it all the time. When I was in college, if I had a professor like you, I would never run away from a class. I would never skip class and take an hour's bus with you to buy milk tea. "

At the mention of the past, Tang Yan chuckled.

The voice control lights in the corridor were not on, only a dim light was on at the door of the classroom. Their eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the dark, which was a little fuzzy, but it was this kind of hazy light that made them feel very comfortable.

Some things are not good to see too clearly, Tang Yan thought. For example, if the lights in the corridor are on now, Yuan Hansheng will surely see a fan who is full of joy.

Before the bell rang, Tang Yan and Yuan Hansheng said two words, and then they took a look at their mobile phone for another minute.

Yuan Hansheng still kept sitting there and looked at his mobile phone. He looked at the time on his mobile phone. He raised his foot and touched his leg. He said, "go back to class! Mr. Tang. "

Tang Yan put away his mobile phone, patted yuan Hansheng on the shoulder and said, "do you want to come in for class? Mr. Tang is very friendly to the students who ask for help