He is warm with time

Chapter 15 Classmate, You Should Call Me Teacher 3
"Student, you went to the wrong classroom."

Among them, there is the boy in white T-shirt that Ji Xi saw yesterday.

He greeted with a smile: "Sister, how are you?"

"Student, you should call me teacher."

The man was struck by lightning.

The whole class couldn't believe it, "Are you...the new professor?"

Ji Xi smiled and nodded, "Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. My surname is Ji, and I'm named Xi. This semester, I will be in charge of your art history course."

"This major is the archeology taught by Professor Shi, as you said, but there is also research in fine arts, so everyone can rest assured."

The corners of her lips curled slightly, "Do you have any questions?"

From the moment she stepped onto the podium, everyone in the audience could hear the needle dropping quietly.

Especially the senior in the white T-shirt, who hasn't recovered yet.

"Old...teacher? Are you kidding me?"

She smiled calmly: "Do you think I look like I'm joking?"

Ruined.

A message came in from the phone, "Old Xu, I'm finished."

It was from Lu Yangzi.

Xu Yiran is also in a very sad mood now, making fun of his professor, he seems to be the real one, as if he is really finished.

But fortunately, the teacher didn't care, he relaxed a little.

After one class, the PPT is page after page, she is completely out of the textbook, and all the knowledge threads are self-contained in her mind.

She is really excellent, her lectures are humorous, and she usually cites some examples to deepen their understanding, and she explains everything in detail, which is really not like a girl in her twenties.

After class, some students commented, "This teacher is really amazing. I really hope to have the opportunity to see her talk about archaeology."

"Guess how old our professor is?"

"It's probably not much older than us."

Just as they were talking, their professor suddenly came back again, and she explained with a smile: "I left something behind."

"Teacher, how old are you?"

She looked at the girl with big eyes and looked bright, "The girl's age must be kept secret~"

"The teacher is so cute."

"You are also excellent."

"Thank you teacher for the compliment."

Unlike Ji Xi's side, which is as gentle as the spring breeze and rain, the archeology side is simply horrible.

Lu Yangzi went to the Tibetan ancient pavilion to clean for a week in a row, not only him, but all the portraits that appeared in the portraits he drew that day, without exception.

"At this time, the professor looks like a gentle and noble son. This is really cruel. Old Xu, it's better to be in your class. Such a gentle professor, don't you think his mood is very beautiful?"

Xu Yiran and Lu Yangzi share the same dormitory.

"Beautiful mood? Almost scared to death, okay?"

A week has passed, and Xu Yiran can still recall the conversation at that time.

"Sister, hello."

"Student, you should call me teacher."

"Old...teacher? Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Lu Yangzi curled his lips, "You can be content."

Lu Yangzi thought back on his life this week, it was a horrible one.

The teacher requires: Wipe the objects on the first floor of the ancient pavilion once a day. No corners can be left behind, and the cultural relics should not be damaged or dusty.

Every time in class, when Lu Yangzi saw this professor, his hands trembled.

"Hey, Zhou Xu, has the professor in your class changed?"

The four people in their dormitory come from different majors.

Except for Xu Yiran from the Department of Fine Arts, Lu Yangzi from the Department of Archeology, Zhou Xu from the Department of Psychology, and Su An from the Department of Music.

(End of this chapter)