Marriage has a pit: Daddy, get divorce quickly!

When Nalan Chunbo talked about this, the Secretary couldn't say anything, so he had to promise, starting from the school of physics.

Nalan Chunbo put down the cup and got up, nodded slightly, "Secretary Yu, I have something to deal with today, so I'll go back first. If there is any problem in the school of physics, you can ask someone to contact me."

The secretary gets up and shakes hands with Nalan Chunbo. Naturally, he won't delay his time. Although Nalan Chunbo is the dean of his school, he is an international God after all. It's normal to be busy.

After Nalan Chunbo left the school, the school's official website soon issued an announcement that from today on, real-time class hour recording will be implemented, and the dean of the school of physics will set an example and become the first experimental Department today.

A moment after the announcement, the whole teaching staff circle was about to explode. Of course, some people were happy and some were worried. Professors who focused on class and teaching assistants were the happiest. Those who always wanted to have bad ideas were afraid to cry.

For example——

"Mao Cang, what's the matter with the school announcement?" Professor Yin called over the phone.

Mao Cang is also looking at the notice at the moment, "teacher, I really don't know about this. I just sent it out, but I see Secretary Yu and several presidents have gone to the teaching building."

"Don't hurry over there. Watch Wenshan."

"Teacher, what about this class?" Mao Cang asked carefully.

"If you have brains, I'm not here. Secretary Yu, they all see people in class and write my name. Are you looking for trouble for me?"

Mao Cang trembled in the professor's call and scolding, and hurriedly told himself that he had been scolded by the professor for a long time before he hung up his phone.

"Something." Mao Cang spat in a low voice, and then went to the teaching building.

Nalan Chunbo leaned against the tree and fiddled with his mobile phone. When he finished the call and was about to leave, he said, "teacher Mao, right?"

When Mao Cang heard someone calling him, he looked back. After seeing the man standing by the tree, he was still curious

“If。” Nalan Chunbo reported home.

Mao Cang Leng for a while, hearing the name, his face turned white, "Dean, Dean."

Nalan Chunbo put away his mobile phone in the past, "does Mr. Mao have a lesson today?"

"No, No." Mao Cang quickly waved his hand and said, "it's just something."

"Busy?" Nalan Chunbo has no expression, but his eyes fall on maocang's mobile phone.

When Mao Cang saw Nalan Chunbo's sight, his heart beat a little faster again, and he quickly said, "also, it's not very busy."

"If I'm not busy, I just came to school and don't know much about the school of physics, so would Mr. Mao mind telling me about the school of physics?" Nalan Chunbo used the tone of inquiry, but obviously only accepted one answer.

Mao Cang was entangled in his mind, but one was a professor and the other was the dean. It was easy to divide the priorities.

Trapped Mao Cang, Na LAN Chun Bo's lips slightly raised, and finally helped the girl keep her class.

For Wenshan, the freshman course was not very difficult. Although she went in with emotion, these students were right after all, so she took two classes seriously.

At the end of the two classes, Wenshan left the classroom to sign the class label in Professor Yin's system.

Great anger!

Don't want to sign!

But she didn't seem to have room to resist now.