Lan Rou stood on the podium with a smile, pointed at Feng Lin and said, "He has been studying abroad for many years."

Tang Qianqian was stunned.

A person like Feng Lin actually studied abroad for many years?

Go to study in Africa?

Feng Lin scanned the people below, and there were only about twenty or thirty people.

Class 6 of Finance is the last class, and the number of people here is more.

Tang Qianqian sat in the second row, near the corridor.

There are only five men in the class, and the rest are all women.

"Feng Lin, I'll leave it to you."

Lan Rou patted Feng Lin on the shoulder and turned around and left.

Feng Lin sat on the podium, supported his cheek with one hand, and looked at the people below, "Ask me if you have any questions."

"Teacher! Do you have a girlfriend?"

a woman with brown hair asked.

A woman's laughter suddenly came from the class.

"You don't have a chance, give up."

Feng Lin crossed his legs and said in English.

"Don't be so fartful, I don't understand!"

The last row of studs of yellow hair was shouting with a cold face.

The originally hilarious class suddenly became silent.

Feng Lin was about to say something when he found a man walking by the stairs.

Song Fan.

It's him again.

It seems that he wants to warn himself.

"Brother, what's your name? So crazy?" Feng Lin asked with a smile.

"Of course I'm crazy! The rubber tracks on the school playground were donated by my dad. You can call me Mr. Zhang like other teachers."

Zhang Haotian said calmly.

"So it's the young master? I didn't expect you to work as a part-time duck." Feng Lin grinned.

"Puff!"
Chapter completed!