The almighty daughter pretends to be weak and seeks a big boss to back her up.

Jing Che, who was standing at the door, breathed a sigh of relief. He almost forgot that this was Mu Xiuhe's class and hurried over slowly. Unexpectedly, he was still a little late.

However, he knew that he had always had a good temper, and he would definitely not scold him bloody on this occasion.

He smiled at Mu Xiuhe and walked into the classroom.

The classroom that was already quiet became agitated again because of his smile.

"Wow, so handsome!"

The young man's smile was sunny, clean and warm, and captured the hearts of all the girls in the classroom.

He was wearing a white, clean loose T-shirt, with a schoolbag slung over his shoulder. His eyes were clear, and he had a small black ear stud on his right ear, which showed the boy's unruliness.

Mu Xiuhe glanced at the people walking into the classroom and said, "Okay, be quiet, it's not too late to watch after class!"

Mu Xiuhe seemed to have read through all the students' thoughts. The students did not expect that the professor would say it out so bluntly, and some boldly responded directly: "Okay, Professor Mu!"

Lan Xinnuo: "Hey, why do I feel that Professor Mu's attitude towards Jing Che is a bit ambiguous, unlike ordinary students, and Jing Che is not an economics major, so he shouldn't be Mu Xiuhe's student, right? Is he dissatisfied with him after all? Or are you satisfied?"

Ou Jingjing heard this and said, "I guess it's because I hate iron and can't make it into steel."

Lan Xinnuo: "Huh?"

"Is that how the word is used?"

Why do I feel that the relationship between Jing Che and Mu Xiuhe is very unusual.

Ou Jingjing just smiled and said nothing. Yu Jingche entered the entertainment industry despite her family's opposition. She always used the stage name Jingche. Almost no one knew about his relationship with the Mu family.

But thinking about my son coming to take his father's class, I think some of him may feel uncomfortable.

Nan Yu heard Ou Jingjing's words and looked up at Mu Xiuhe on the podium. His face showed a hint of impatience with Yu Jingche's flamboyant behavior, but there was a bit of unconscious relief in his eyes. and indulgence.

He probably didn't expect his son to be so popular, and even if he didn't agree, he would still be proud of it.

Mu Xiuhe looked at the name on the list and read out, "Nan Yu..."

Mu Xiuhe raised his head and looked down, and happened to catch a pair of clear, black and white eyes. It was the girl who bumped into them in the stairwell. There was an unknown emotion in her eyes.

Probably because she didn't expect that her name would be called suddenly, she raised her hand, answered "Yes", and then lowered her head.

When Qian Xiaoxiao saw Yu Jingche approaching, she waved to him and said, "Jingche! This is a place specially reserved for you."

When Yu Jingche saw the empty seat next to Qian Xiaoxiao and the students standing behind him, he had no intention of sitting in that seat, so he gave the seat to a classmate next to him, "I came late, so I won't sit down."

The other people in the classroom saw this situation clearly, and instantly knew who the seat next to Qian Xiaoxiao was reserved for, and looked at her with a bit of contempt in their eyes.

I thought to myself that this Qian Xiaoxiao really had double standards. Just now he had sanctimoniously accused others of occupying seats, and then he did it so blatantly.

I just didn't expect Jingche to refuse, and the people in the classroom liked him instantly.

Lan Xinnuo glanced at Yu Jingche, who was standing diagonally behind them, and whispered: "Hey, I didn't expect that Jingche is so nice. We like each other."

Qi Zhihui: "No, Jing Che and Gao Yan are both very good and worth liking."

Qian Xiaoxiao behind them clenched her fists. She originally wanted to use this to let others know that she knew Jing Che and that her relationship with him was unusual. After all, with his current fame and his family status, he had great influence on her. Lots of benefits.

But she didn't expect that people would not give her face at all, and the looks from the people around her made her very uncomfortable.

Mu Shiyu next to her seemed to know that Yu Jingche had just come late as expected. It would be okay if Mu Xiuhe was not here, but now that it was his class, Yu Jingche would definitely not sit in that seat.

.......

When it was about to end, Mu Xiuhe wrote a question on the blackboard, which was an analysis question about financial stocks.

"You can answer this question based on what I just said. Students can speak as they like."

A boy asked: "Teacher Mu, what will happen if the answer is correct?"

Mu Xiuhe smiled and said: "As long as you stand up and speak, you will be rewarded as usual. I will give it based on your answers."

"Of course, at my place, those with the highest scores at the end of the semester will also get small gifts."

In a moment, there was discussion below, "I heard from my former seniors that Professor Mu's end-of-term rewards every year are very large and extremely generous. They say they are small gifts, but they are not small at all."

"No, it doesn't matter how much someone is worth. What is luxurious to us is just trivial to others."

After a while, a student stood up on his own initiative. Mu Xiuhe waited quietly for him to finish, and then asked his name.

Nan Yu supported her chin with her right hand and turned the pen carelessly with her left hand, as if she was wandering in a fugue.

Yu Wenyin glanced at her desk. She didn't know when she had listed some simple things in her notebook. It was obviously not enough to answer the question based on the number of words, and she couldn't understand it.

I think she wrote, drew and played.

Immediately afterwards, several students stood up to answer one after another, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that their answers came from the Internet, and they were all similar and had the same meaning.

Ou Jingjing also saw a few familiar faces among them. When she heard that their answers contained a hint of coping, she shook her head and said, "These people's families want their children to show their faces in front of Mu Xiuhe, and they don't even know." Did they do some homework? Don’t they know that the better the answer, the more memorable it will be.”

Qian Xiaoxiao and Mu Shiyu both stood up and answered.

Qian Xiaoxiao stumbled a bit in her answer, obviously borrowing the answers from the Internet temporarily, but looking at her raised chin, she probably thought she answered well.

Mu Shiyu's answer was quite good, but after several people finished answering, Mu Xiuhe continued to look at the audience, "Do you have anything else to say, classmates?"

When Mu Xiuhe said this, he was obviously not particularly satisfied with the answers he had just given.

Mu Xiuhe glanced at Yu Jingche, and Yu Jingche lowered his head helplessly. He even said that he was not interested in things like finance, but he still insisted on forcing him to come.

He knew that Mu Xiuhe would observe whether any students from other majors had high interest and talent in economics and finance when passing elective courses every year, and would even encourage and help those willing students to change majors.

I don’t want them to waste their original talents by choosing the wrong major.

But he really has no talent, and he is not Mu Jinglu.

After a few seconds, he finally raised his hand. As soon as he spoke, some of the little girls in the classroom blushed excitedly because his voice was so beautiful, "You are indeed a singer."

The most important thing is that his answers are logical and clear, obviously better than those of the previous students.

However, after he finished answering, Mu Xiuhe just nodded symbolically. Yu Jingche was not surprised at all, because in Mu Xiuhe's eyes, this answer was too much for his son who had been following him since childhood. ordinary.

He expected to hear novel answers.

Qian Xiaoxiao looked at the people in front and said sarcastically: "You guys occupy the best seats, but none of you stood up to answer. I don't know who is not coming to listen to the class."

Ou Jingjing turned back and glared: "What does it have to do with you? If we want to answer, we can answer. If we don't want to answer, we won't."

Qian Xiaoxiao: "Hey, I think you're just a coward."

Qi Zhihui: "If we don't answer, it's better than you copying what's online."

Qian Xiaoxiao: "So what? At least I participated, but you didn't do anything. Just say so."

Lan Xinnuo: "You..."

Ou Jingjing quickly grabbed Lan Xinnuo and glared at Qian Xiaoxiao who was behind her, "Will you die if you stop saying a few words?"

Qian Xiaoxiao: "Of course not, but I just saw that Nan Yu was quite eloquent just now? Why is he silent now?"

Qian Xiaoxiao said as she glanced at Nan Yu's notebook. She didn't know what kind of messy things were drawn on it. She knew at a glance that it wasn't the answer.