Master of the city

The mud Bodhisattva also had three points of anger. Zhang Fan's good mood was completely destroyed in the classroom. He simply left the classroom. When I went out, I almost ran into Xiao Ruyi who came to class.

In fact, Zhang Fan is also very strange. Is there only one teacher in the English major of such a big foreign language department? How is Xiao Ruyi's face full of flattering smile all day long? It's annoying to watch.

Leaving the teaching building of the foreign language department, Zhang Fan felt that there was no place to go, so he went directly to the Department of archaeology, ready to take a class.

The Department of Archaeology and the Department of foreign languages are basically located in the big hanging corner. They don't meet each other very often. Today, Zhang Fan just wants to listen to a class and wanders outside a classroom. He happens to see Professor Luan having a class there. Zhang Fan knocks on the door and goes in.

But it's ok if I don't go in. As soon as I go in, the classroom is boiling. The boys and girls who had been sitting quietly listening stood up one by one, clapping and Howling like wolves. It's like Zhang Fan is not Zhang Fan at all, but the long legged Europa of Bangzi or the girl of Japan.

"Students, students, be quiet, be quiet."

Luan Qingping doesn't know whether it's time to be happy or painful. How can this Zhang Fan's appearance make the scene out of control? He didn't have such a hot time in class.

"Fan Ge fan Ge, you are the best. You are so scared that all the foreign devils will surrender their guns!"

I don't know who started off the stage. All the female students even chanted slogans with the same caliber, while the boys were playing harmony with their voices.

Luan Qingping that egg ache, how oneself this professor's dignity all did not have? I can't keep these kids quiet.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, look at your popularity in our department. Alas, if it wasn't for the obstruction from the school, you would have been in front of and behind us when you came to our department. "

"Thank you, Professor Luan. It's all the students who give face. I carry it, I carry it. "

Zhang Fan cheerfully thanks the students. From foreign language department to Archaeology Department, his treatment is from hell to heaven. If you can have a class here, maybe you can really stay in the capital for a long time.

"Professor Zhang, don't just talk about fighting. Tell us about fighting. We want to hear about fighting with others."

This classroom just quiet for a while, some people can't sit down, the boy of guizhilai jump high shout, let Zhang Fan show his hand. He and Feng Yuanda are very close. Feng Yuanda himself is a member of the upper class. He is clear about the grudge between Zhang Fan and the Luo family. When he chats with GUI Xilai, he can't help talking about it. After all, Zhang Fan is very popular in the Department of archaeology.

"Well, not so good..."

Zhang Fan scratched his head. He was not afraid to ask him to talk about feng shui theory to the students. Yang Gong's Secret record is extensive and profound. If you take out a little of it, it will be enough for these students. But the problem is that all the fighting methods are harmful. Don't you tell them to learn bad?

"Well, Mr. Zhang, there's nothing bad about it. Although it's a fight, there's a lot of feng shui knowledge in it. Students can understand it as a case. It's better to be on guard when they encounter it in the future, isn't it?"

Luan Qingping probably guessed what Zhang Fan was worried about and solved him a few words.

Zhang Fan pondered for a while and felt that what Luan Qingping said was really reasonable. So he drew a sketch of Luojia Manor on the blackboard and circled out the general orientation and main buildings inside. As a practical case, he explained it to the students.

When I heard that there were two peach blossom arrays in the Luo family manor, and they were all rotten peach blossoms that violated human relations, the students were speechless for a while, and then they began to talk about them. Many people said that the Luo family really deserved it, and this kind of crazy thing could be done. In order to occupy his daughter, the father used Feng Shui to set up a bureau and let his wife go out to mess with her. This is not human.

Of course, when the students asked about the fighting process between Zhang Fan and the Luo family, Zhang Fan didn't tell them that he had spilled snake blood in the two peach blossom forests. He just said that his early exploration method was to bury a dead cat under the sculpture of Chen in the Qiangong palace in the Northwest corner, and then told the students in detail about the application of the cat in Feng Shui.

Many girls and students are crying out that cats are so cruel and cute. How can they dig out their eyes or put them into the wall for the sake of human beings?

However, as soon as this statement came out, it was criticized by Professor Luan. In Professor Luan's words, when you take part in archaeological work in the future, you will see the cruelty ten times, one hundred times or even one thousand times more than this kind of thing. Extra kindness and compassion have no practical meaning except to kill you and your teammates.

In this regard, many young students are not satisfied, whispering something.

Hearing this, Professor Luan's face became gloomy gradually. "Do you remember how the water dispenser in the corridor on the second floor came from? It was bought by your senior sister Qiao Hui. You all know that Qiao Hui died of an acute illness caused by the virus in the ancient tomb, but do you know what caused Qiao Hui's poisoning? In the ancient tomb, she saw a cat which was crushed by a stone. She went to save the cat when her love overflowed. As a result, after the cat was rescued, she scratched her and her companions. At that time, you lost three seniors and two sisters. It was because of Qiao Hui's superfluous loveSpeaking of the back, Professor Luan has some feeling of roaring.

The whispers disappeared and many girls bowed their heads. Obviously, they all know the names and deeds of every victim in the Department, but in this passage of Qiao Hui, the Department deleted it for the sake of Qiao Hui's reputation. Today, Professor Luan didn't hold back when he saw these compassionate students.

Looking at the atmosphere suddenly changed from lively to dignified, Zhang Fan's smile was also a little embarrassed. After talking about the layout of the Luo family manor, he probably told the students about the layout of the family geomantic omen and some common taboos, and finally stayed up until the end of the class.

Out of the classroom, Luan Qingping apologized to Zhang Fan. He didn't expect that Zhang Fan's first class was made like this in a moment of anger.

Fortunately, Zhang fan can understand Luan Qingping's anger. After all, archaeologists, pig teammates are often more terrible than their opponents. This kind of boring compassion is best strangled in the bud. Maybe they can save a few lives in the future.

After class, some students originally took Zhang Fan to talk with him more, but Luan Qingping said that he wanted to talk to Zhang Fan about the hermit palace of the Ming Dynasty, so he pulled him into the office. When he came out again, the students scattered. Originally, Luan Qingping said that he would invite Zhang Fan home for dinner, but Zhang Fan ran into Xiao Ruyi when he left the foreign language department. Xiao Ruyi gave him the meal card he had just finished and said that the card had already filled him with money.

It is said that a student's career without dining in the canteen is not complete, and fan Ge is not free from vulgarity. He took his meal card to find a canteen far away, ready to enjoy a student meal.

What? Why do you want to find a canteen far away? In fact, the reason is very simple. If you look for the canteen near the Department of archaeology, the students of the Department of archaeology are indispensable. Zhang fan can't eat quietly.

Jingcheng university is the leading institution of higher learning in China, and the canteen of Jingcheng university is really worthy of this level.

Spacious, bright, clean.

Although Xiao Ruyi said that Zhang Fan's card can be consumed in the nearby staff canteen because he is a visiting professor, fan Ge still stood in line to get a meal at the window of the student canteen.

There are a lot of dishes to choose from here. There is a portion of braised meat, a portion of Beijing sauce shredded meat, and a portion of pickles that are said to be exported to Bangzi country. At last, they were robbed by the canteen master with a kitchen knife.

First angry, then class, tossed all morning, Zhang Fan is really hungry, the aroma of braised meat to his stomach greedy insects to hook out. Looking for an empty table in the corner where no one was, Zhang Fan planned to have a big meal. However, as soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he didn't reach the braised meat which even looked delicious with the belt meat. He stretched out his hand from the side and grabbed one side of the plate to lift it.

With a bang, the metal plate was attached to the inside, and the food inside was directly overturned under the table. The splashing soup made a passing girl full of trouser legs. The girl screamed with fright.

Zhang Fan's brow is wrinkled can clip dead a sea crab, oneself with this place make so rush? Can we have a meal and have an accident?

Looking around, I saw four students with slightly higher noses who were not much different from the Chinese. Three of them were holding four plates in their hands, and the other one was standing at the table glaring at Zhang Fan.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Fan's voice is very cold. Lifting the table and smashing the bowl was obviously to find fault, and he clearly remembered that he didn't know the four boys at all.

"What do you mean? This table is ours! Who allowed you to sit here! And put such filthy food on our table, don't you know how to write dead words? "

The guy at the head was very arrogant. He raised his hand to poke fan's forehead.

Zhang Fan clapped the boy's hand.

"Don't point at your father with your dog's paw. You say this table is yours? You just call it. I'll see if this table will agree. "