"This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time." (Plane 11)
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"Have you heard? There is a young female teacher from the Art Department. She looks like a fairy from heaven."
"Just brag. A beauty like that has long been poached to become a star. As for teaching here?"
"You are too short-sighted. Our Peking University is one of the top three in the country. How many of the professors here are ordinary people?"
"Then I don't believe that this teacher can be as beautiful as our school beauty. He is already a professor, so he must have been old for a long time."
"What do you know? Young women with pure desires are yyds. If you don't believe me, come with me to the art academy to have a look."
Lu Yao came to the art room carrying a large drawing board as usual, but today's classroom was a little different from usual.
This class is a Chinese painting class. There are very few people in the department taking this class, and there are usually only a dozen or so people sitting in the classroom.
However, today there were so many people on the three floors outside that he thought he was in the wrong classroom several times.
After finally squeezing in, and just setting up the drawing board, his eyes focused on the girl in the front row.
Lin Xihua looks a little strange today.
Why are you lying on the shelf wilting so early in the morning?
It seems that I have gained weight, and my body shape is several times larger than usual.
As if he thought of something, Lu Yao narrowed his eyes and tiptoed to move the easel to the girl's side. However, when she was not prepared, he pounced on her like a bear.
"Fuck you, uncle!"
A clear and deep voice overflowed from the "girl"'s mouth.
Lu Yao immediately put his arms around the neck of the person under him and said, "Okay, Lin Siyang, I knew it was you and came to class for your sister, right?"
A cold, white and slender hand stretched out from the lady's jacket, lifted the wig on her cheek, and lifted the brim of the hat, revealing a pair of sharp and somewhat unruly eyes.
It looked good, but the cold light in his eyes still made Lu Yao swallow with guilt.
"What's wrong, you can dress up as a woman and fish for fish, but I can't uphold 'justice' and expose you?"
Lin Siyang and Lin Sixia, the beauty of their art department, are twins. The two look very similar. Except that the younger brother Lin Siyang is taller and has more heroic facial features, there are almost no differences.
Lin Xihua worked a lot of part-time jobs outside, and sometimes she was too busy to attend classes. For such unimportant elective courses, she simply asked her brother to come over dressed as a woman and paddle for her.
This has almost become a well-known gossip in their art department.
But Lin Siyang is not only a school boy at Beijing University, he is even the favorite of the teachers in the Sports Institute. In addition, he also has a bad temper. No one dares to discuss this matter in private, and even less openly.
Dare to mention it.
It was because Lu Yao had a good relationship with him in the school swimming team that he dared to joke about it again and again.
As expected, Lin Siyang just glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then lowered the brim of his hat and continued to lie back on the shelf.
"Don't bother me, I want to sleep."
"You haven't slept for another night of training? No, even if the World Championships are about to start, you don't have to work so hard, right? In that case, why are you coming to class for your sister? Isn't it just an elective class?
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"What do you know?" The man's hoarse and deep voice came out from the coat again.
Lu Yao curled his lips while washing the brush, "Yes, yes, I don't understand, you crazy sister-guarding maniac."
As he spoke, he changed his tone again, "But don't blame me for not reminding you. Our Chinese painting class is new, and the teacher usually checks strictly in the first period, so be careful."
The man next to him didn't respond, but another voice came from behind:
"Don't worry, this time it's a young female teacher. I've made inquiries about her. She was just transferred from Lipley College next door. She is said to be very good-looking. People outside are coming to see her."
Lu Yao glanced outside in surprise, "Is it so mysterious? You came from Lipley College? Isn't that a pheasant university jointly run by China and foreign countries? How come a random teacher can teach in our school?"
Kyoto University is one of the top fifty universities in the world.
Although their academy of fine arts is not considered world-class, it is still one of the best in China.
The teacher who came from Lipley College is still so young, can he really teach anything?
Another girl came over, holding a new brush that had just been taken out, and said in a serious tone, "Classmate Lu, you are on to the point. According to my friends in Lipley, what is this Bai Wu called?"
The teacher came to Beijing University because he had a conflict with other teachers in his department and almost got into a fight. After many twists and turns, he came to Beijing University."
As soon as he heard such explosive content, Lu Yao's gossip soul instantly ignited, "A fight? Why?"
The short-haired girl suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously, "It seems that because the teacher suspected that her colleague was seducing her husband, Kazuo had a fight in the office."
"I'll go, you're so awesome!"
"It's just as good as in the office. This is not like a fairy descending to earth. She is just like a dominatrix."
"What's going on with Lipley's gang? How can a teacher with such no ethics have the nerve to brag like this?"
Listening to the discussions around him, Lu Yao nodded in agreement.
According to this, this female teacher is completely like a master of extinction.
Fortunately, the people outside praised her as an immortal descended from heaven. If she really was an immortal, would she still worry about her husband being robbed?
After sighing, the class bell rang, and everyone quickly dispersed and returned to their seats.
After a commotion outside, the classroom door was pushed open, and a light-colored figure walked in.
Lu Yao was sitting at the end, and his sight was not good to begin with. In addition, the easels were arranged in an array, making it even more difficult to see the true face of this "extinct master" in Lushan.
I heard gasps from the front rows, accompanied by exclamations, and I became even more curious, so I stretched my neck to peek.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Once you look at it, your breath will freeze.
This is not a fairy descending to earth, she is clearly a real fairy sister!
The woman standing next to the podium was wearing a lotus pink dress and an off-white knitted gown. Her black hair was half loose, with a white ribbon tied at the end of her hair, hanging lazily on her chest.
Occasionally, a few mischievous strands jumped out, and were picked up by the woman's frost-like fingertips, and were gently tucked behind the ears.
The green hair is like a waterfall, and the bright wrist is like jade.
Somehow, these eight words suddenly popped into Lu Yao's head.
However, even such beautiful and elegant words will look pale when applied to a woman. She is so beautiful, and her temperament is very refined. She is as gentle as the apricot blossom rain in the south of the Yangtze River. If it is more, it will be too bright, and if it is less, it will be bland.
However, there was still a bit of a young woman's charm between her eyebrows, and he was so surprised at just one glance that he couldn't find any adjectives.
Maybe she noticed his overly deliberate look, and the woman raised her head, her soft eyes fell on him, and a shimmering light suddenly appeared.
Lu Yao blushed again.
"Is there something wrong with this classmate?"
I never thought that Teacher Tianxian’s voice could be so beautiful, like the drizzle in the spring breeze in March, causing all the winter snow on the mountain top to melt away.
Lu Yao's heart dropped, his feet softened, and he fell down on the stool.
