Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 2: When a teacher becomes a president (3)
When the buzzing in the classroom was getting louder, a man in a suit walked up to the podium, and the moment he turned around, all the girls in the class gasped in shock at his appearance, of course, except for Lan Wei Wei.

At this moment, she wished she could dig a hole under the table and stuff herself in, so that she would have no face to face anyone again.

This is Tang Ruochen's first day as a university lecturer. Looking at the students below, he couldn't help but recall the man's words in his mind:

"Go to university as a lecturer for three years. Your mother said that she doesn't want you to live forever as cold as ice. Maybe you can find a responsibility here. This is your mother's only last wish before she died."

He was introducing himself expressionlessly on the podium, and Lan Weiwei was holding the table under the podium as if dead, unable to listen to what he was saying, the world is really small.

Can a man as cold as ice be a lecturer?Lan Weiwei became suspicious, can he teach students well?If it weren't for his face, I'm afraid they would have rebelled by now!
Xia Ning looked at the three handsome and elegant words on the blackboard, and instantly shook off the tiredness of last night, grabbed Lan Weiwei's hand, and said excitedly: "Wei Wei, this teacher looks... ...!"

She frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't think of a suitable word, "How do I describe it? It's very temperamental, very cold, handsome and unearthly, anyway, it was the most popular name in our school before, in Japanese manga Yes, what is it? An ascetic male god?"

When Lan Weiwei heard this, she lowered her head and glanced at her legs. At this moment, the imprint left by that person last night was still on her body, and there was a faint pain in her lower body. Lan Weiwei gritted her teeth and looked at the humanity on the podium: " Can’t do it next??” And it’s better to become like this from today!Otherwise, the whole class of girls will suffer!
"It's abstinence and not impotence." Xia Ning corrected angrily.

"Didn't you say the abstinence department?" I was wrong if I followed you?
Xia Ning: "...they provoked you! This person is real."

Lan Weiwei clenched her fists, wanting to cry without tears, and swallowed back a sentence, "He cheated on me, he messed with me, he fucked me back!"

"Let's start now." As he said that, Tang Ruochen sat gracefully in front of the computer desk, facing the computer screen expressionlessly.

Xia Ning rested his chin on his wrist, and stared at Tang Ruochen with a confused look, "Even his voice is so nice, it would be more perfect if he was softer, but even if he is as cold as ice, it is the same in my heart." Perfect."

Fortunately, Lan Weiwei's position was relatively far back, otherwise she would have been thinking about how to get under the table this class, seeing a group of women in the class staring at Tang Ruochen as if they had drunk aphrodisiacs, wishing to devour him alive Just the same, if they knew how rough and ignorant this pervert was when he made love, they would definitely not have any illusions about him!
When Lan Weiwei was distracted, she only heard "Who is the class representative" on the podium.

As soon as the words fell, her body froze all of a sudden, didn't she... have such a bad back?

Xia Ning poked her body with his hand, "Class representative, I'm calling you."

Lan Weiwei came back to her senses, and then remembered that she lost a bet last semester, and she seemed to be the unlucky class representative of this professional class.

Because of the sluggish response, more eyes were drawn to Lan Weiwei. Now it was too late to dig a hole under the table. Lan Weiwei hesitated for a moment, then stood up awkwardly. For a moment, Tang Ruochen's cold eyes flashed with surprise, and his cold words made Lan Weiwei's hair stand on end, "Come to my office."

Looking at the eyes of the girls in the class, and Xia Ning winking at her with love and hate, Lan Weiwei seemed to feel that he was not going to the office, but to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Thinking of the scene last night, he... ...wouldn't have knocked himself down in the office?

(End of this chapter)