The real daughter was spoiled by the sick villain

In the crowded classroom, all the girls held their faces together and stared at the door expectantly, even Su Lan was looking forward to it.

She wanted to see what kind of person this Professor Li was who made her cold and ruthless cousin so obsessed that he committed suicide.

The bell stopped.

Whispering began in the classroom.

"Why don't you come? Where is Professor Li!"

"Professor Li won't be here if something happens?"

"Why is the professor late for class?"

"Please, Professor Li, come quickly, I can't wait to accept the baptism of Marxist philosophy, I have never expected so much!"

Tang Shufei has asked Li Yuman several times, "Yuman, where is your brother? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Because she was arguing with Li Yuman, she came late and didn't grab the front row. She only sat in the corner of the tenth row. Her eyesight was a little poor, and she couldn't see Li Yichu's face at all.

Holding the phone, Li Yuman was upset when she saw the message she sent to Li Yichu on WeChat but was not answered, "What are you arguing about! My brother will definitely come!"

For this matter, she has publicized it for a long time. If Li Yichu doesn't come...she must go back and sue her father!

In the large classroom with many people, because of Li Yichu's late arrival, there was a lot of turmoil, and the soft sound of leather shoes did not stop them from chattering, but when a white figure appeared, everyone stopped talking in unison.

Li Yichu took off his windbreaker and put it on his arm. He walked slowly, stood on the podium, and said softly, "Hi everyone, I am the teacher of your class. My name is Li Yichu."

Unlike the imagined screams that would erupt, the entire large classroom was exceptionally quiet.

Even Su Lan became quiet.

She looked at Li Yichu with both eyes, even her eyes softened unconsciously.

This man is so gentle.

The moment he walked in, he brought a spring breeze.

Seeing his face is like a spring breeze.

To hear him speak is to accept the baptism of the spring breeze.

It makes people feel comfortable to the extreme.

And his delicate eyebrows and eyes, gentle and kind eyes, the sunlight outside the window, danced on the broken hair on his forehead, like a few naughty elves, but they stopped because of his smile.

If there is such a warm and pure man in the world, it is Li Yichu.

For some reason, this sentence popped into Su Lan's mind. She felt that the author's description of Li Yichu was very appropriate.

Different from Li Yuan's scheming, and even more unrelated to Li Yuman's tea, Li Yichu is like the light shining on the cliff and clearing away the clouds.

The doubts in Su Lan's heart seemed to be solved a lot at once.

"Because of the delay, I was late for one minute. I apologize to everyone. Please don't learn from me in class." Li Yichu put down his textbooks and bowed politely to his classmates.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the classroom has only slightly recovered, and many people who were obsessed with Li Yichu's beauty have come to their senses.

They all started chattering, expressing that they were shocked by Li Yichu's beauty, and there was one more male god candidate.

And beside Li Yuman, the envious and jealous eyes finally allowed her to regain some scenes.

She gave up the idea of ​​being angry with Li Yichu and waved at him.

When Li Yichu saw Li Yuman, he felt a little headache.

How could he respond to her in front of so many students?

Originally, Li Yuman posted a bunch of school posters, which caused the school to criticize him, but it was hard to say because of his feelings.

Jiang Chengyi even used these posts to laugh at him!