"Report!"

Song Zhiyi stood at the door of the huge classroom and knocked carefully on the classroom door.

Tang Yuchen stopped picking up the chalk and writing on the blackboard, turned his head and looked at Song Zhiyi, who was looking nervous.

The students present couldn't help but look at Song Zhiyi, secretly feeling worried for this classmate. Tang Yuchen, the most famous professor in the Department of Physics of Z University, is also the face of the entire Z University. His consistent harshness makes those under him

The students were miserable. This was the first time that they dared to be late for the devil professor's class.

Song Zhiyi met Tang Yuchen's sharp gaze and swallowed involuntarily.

Yesterday, Zhou Feifei specifically told Song Zhiyi that Professor Tang was very difficult to deal with, but Song Zhiyi didn't take it seriously at all. How could a mere professor be so difficult to deal with?

But now, Song Zhiyi stood at the door of this open classroom and saw that the classroom was filled with more students than other classrooms. She gradually regretted her simple idea yesterday.

What kind of professor can fill a public classroom with more than 300 people and everyone in the audience is taking notes?

There is no doubt that only a perverted professor can achieve this kind of achievement.

Song Zhiyi stood upright nervously, feeling very regretful about her helpfulness yesterday——

As a full-time writer, Song Zhiyi always wanders in the Canyon of Kings every day when she is not writing articles at home. It’s okay if she doesn’t wander. She wanders for a whole day. Sometimes her dear editor will discover her crime scene, and then she faces

is the editor’s fatal reminder call.

But Song Zhiyi disagrees, and doesn't think it's wrong for her to wander between the canyon and the TV series every day. She feels that this is called "being able to procrastinate is a blessing", not to mention that these can bring her more inspiration for writing.

No matter whether the editor believes this or not, Song Zhiyi said that he believed it anyway.

Song Zhiyi woke up in the afternoon as usual, and the ringtone of her cell phone was as noisy as a death curse, giving Song Zhiyi a headache. Sleepy-eyed, Song Zhiyi pressed the answer button without even looking, her tone was very helpless:

"Hey, don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm writing."

Zhou Feifei on the phone was stunned for a moment, and soon shouted: "Song Zhiyi! Please look at the caller ID, I am not your urging editor!"

Song Zhiyi held the phone for a moment, then opened her eyes with difficulty and glanced at the caller ID on the phone - Princess Feifei.

Song Zhiyi has been frightened by editors urging her to publish papers these days. For several days in a row, she dreamed that her deadly editor was chasing her with a machete, which made Song Zhiyi completely stunned.

However, she, Song Zhiyi, still didn't write a word.

Song Zhiyi yawned and said lazily: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Feifei on the other end of the phone suddenly became excited and said excitedly: "I have good news for you, and I need your help by the way."

Song Zhiyi struggled for a while, got up and put on her shoes, and walked towards the bathroom and said, "Tell me, what's the bad news?"

Song Zhiyi turned on the speakerphone, put the phone aside, and started to wash up. In the mirror, Song Zhiyi's hair was as messy as a chicken coop, her suspender nightdress outlined her better figure, and the rose and moon tattoos on her collarbone were obvious.

"Zhiyi, let me tell you..." Zhou Feifei began her long speech eloquently and vividly.

After Song Zhiyi applied the skin care products, she took her mobile phone and walked to the desk covered with Kuromi ornaments and sat down: "So, the favor you asked me to do is to take your place in class?"

"Bingo!" Zhou Feifei snapped her fingers excitedly, "Whether my boyfriend and I can be happy together depends on you Zhiyi!"

Song Zhiyi twitched her lips helplessly. She recalled the various bald middle-aged professors she had faced during her university days, and she felt deeply unwilling.

If she hadn't been forced to do so, she wouldn't have wanted to attend any of the bald professor's classes.

What's more, she is a liberal arts major, while Zhou Feifei majored in physics!

There must be no more bald professors of physics!

Isn’t it nice for her to have the handsome guys she’s falling in love with with the producer on her phone? She can also choose a concubine just by holding her phone, so why would she have to travel “thousands of miles” to see the bald professor?

Isn't this sick?

"I don't want it." Song Zhiyi turned on the computer and refused, "I want to write a manuscript."

"Hey, my aunt, did you know that you were going to write a manuscript? I didn't see you writing it. Maybe the new book folder in your computer is empty now."

Song Zhiyi took a look at the folder he just created.

Indeed, she still hasn't decided what subject to write about in her new book.

"It's not that I don't want to help you," Song Zhiyi was about to persuade Zhou Feifei earnestly, but before she could finish her next sentence, Zhou Feifei took over.

"Then help me and don't go against your heart."

Song Zhiyi sighed: "Tell me, is it a bit too much for me, a person who gets a headache when seeing physics, to go to physics class? Besides, I really don't want to see the bald professor!"

Zhou Feifei knows that Song Zhiyi is indeed very hostile to the bald professor. All this stems from the fact that a certain bald professor in Song Zhiyi's university was extremely harsh. The most egregious thing was that he would force his students to do some indescribable things, especially

It's a female student.

Of course, except for the handsome professor.

Zhou Feifei held the phone: "You may not believe it..."

"Then don't say it."

"Hey!" Zhou Feifei patted her thigh anxiously, "Our professor is really not bald, and he is very handsome!"

Song Zhiyi typed and deleted on the computer without holding back a single word: "I don't believe in your aesthetics unless you swear."

"I swear, our professor is not bald but also a handsome guy. If not, I, Zhou Feifei, will give me a thunderbolt!"

Listening to Zhou Feifei's poisonous oath, Song Zhiyi laughed out loud instantly: "Hey, okay. Just this time, it won't be the same next time."

Zhou Feifei told Song Zhiyi the time and place, and emphasized again and again:

Can't be late.

Can't leave early.

Don't let your mind wander.

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

But now Song Zhiyi stood awkwardly at the door and was at a loss. It was definitely not possible for her to run away now, let alone walk in grandly.

"Which class, what's your name, why are you late?"

Tang Yuchen put down the chalk and book in his hands, lowered his head and flipped through the roll call list.

Which class...

She doesn’t know!

That's all, just try to guess your luck.

Song Zhiyi replied: "Zhou Feifei from Class 1, I was late because I found the wrong classroom."

Song Zhiyi was indeed late because she couldn't find the classroom. A large part of the reason why she went to the wrong classroom was actually because on the way, a pretty-looking junior student asked her for WeChat, and then Song Zhiyi made a mistake.

I followed the little boy into another classroom.

It wasn't until the professor called Zhou Feifei's name during roll call that Song Zhiyi realized that she was in the wrong classroom.

Song Zhiyi only saw Tang Yuchen's hand pause as he flipped through the roll call list, then he raised his head and looked at himself, and said coldly: "I don't teach class one."

"..."

It's over, completely over.

"Professor!" A boy in the audience raised his hand, "Zhou Feifei is from Class 11."

Song Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been rescued, and then quickly explained: "Professor, I am from Class 11. I just... uh... I didn't pronounce the word 'ten' just now."

Tang Yuchen glanced at Song Zhiyi and didn't say much. He just lowered his head and took notes, then raised his hand to signal Song Zhiyi to find a place to sit down.

After sitting down, Song Zhiyi was completely relaxed and looked at the sacred book for her on the blackboard. Gradually, all her attention fell on Tang Yuchen.

He was wearing a black suit, with a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes under gold-rimmed glasses. Bangs adorned his angular face on his forehead.

Song Zhiyi held her head with her left hand and stared at Tang Yuchen who was giving lectures on the podium in fascination. I have to say that this man looked really handsome, handsome and charming.

"Zhou Feifei."

Song Zhiyi came back to her senses like a reflex and jumped up from her seat.

Tang Yuchen looked at the confused Song Zhiyi and pointed at the blackboard: "Can you tell me what to write next?"

?

Song Zhiyi stared at the various symbols and numbers on the blackboard with wide eyes. What were they? She couldn't understand them at all!

Seeing that Song Zhiyi could not give an answer, Tang Yuchen pointed to the blackboard again: "Then tell me what step is on the blackboard?"

This...how far has this gone...

Song Zhiyi really wanted to sing for everyone on the spot: "One step, two steps is the devil's step."

Oh my god, please give me an answer. She, a science scumbag, really doesn’t know.

"Sit down," Tang Yuchen rubbed his brows, "Come to my office after class."

This hour and a half was like a day for Song Zhiyi, ah, a second was like a year. The thought of going to the devil's office after class made Song Zhiyi instantly feel despair.

After finally getting through to the end of get out of class, Song Zhiyi could only timidly follow behind Tang Yuchen.

When get out of class was over, Song Zhiyi heard many girls talking about Tang Yuchen's appearance, praising him for being handsome. Some girls even threatened to marry Tang Yuchen. Song Zhiyi really wanted to give this girl a thumbs up in her heart. I admired her courage and asked her to play "You're Getting Married" by Cao Wanjiang.

Tang Yuchen put the book on his desk, turned to look at Song Zhiyi, who kept his head lowered, and said slowly: "Bring out your homework and let me take a look."
To be continued...