How can it not be dusty

17,

He Zhan grabbed the corner of the phone and was about to run. Who knew that Xu Weichen looked gentle and strong, and He Zhan couldn't pull out the phone no matter how hard he smoked.

He Zhan maintained his last rationality, and politely said to Xu Weichen: "Professor Xu, please return the phone to me, I have something to do later."

Xu Weichen said unhurriedly: "Or are you going to cry again?"

He Zhan became angry from embarrassment, "I gave you the phone, but I don't want it anymore."

If he said no, he didn’t want it, turned around and left, at worst, went to a few more commercial shows and bought a new one back.

"He Zhan," Xu Weichen stopped him again, "If you still want the phone, come with me to the office."

18,

He Zhan succumbed to the evil forces.

It's not that there is a mine at home, so there is no need to struggle with money.

He followed behind Xu Weichen, who walked so fast with his long legs that He Zhan almost couldn't keep up.

Xu Weichen's office is on the second and fifth floors of the teaching room, next to the third teaching room where they attend microeconomics. Sure enough, the professors are different, and the office locations are better.

He Zhan didn't know what he wanted to do, he just followed him, and then entered a hideously neat office.

Xu Weichen, either a Virgo or a robot.

He Zhan was thinking wildly, when Xu Weichen suddenly pulled out a document from the file cabinet, and said to He Zhan, "This is the homework assigned last week."

"I don't even have the usual marks and I have to make up my homework?"

"You can also choose not to make up if you don't want to take the final exam."

He Zhan: "...Okay, I'll make it up."

Subject to others, there is no way.

It's fine for Xu Weichen to ask him to make it up, but he has to make it up on the spot. Poor He Zhan didn't even know what was taught in the first class, so he just wrote it out.

Fortunately, there are only a few multiple-choice questions, so He Zhan just fills in the answers casually and forgets about it.

"Professor Xu, can I go?" He Zhan asked with a smirk.

Xu Weichen glanced at the A4 paper, and said mercilessly, "Redo it."

"No, if you do it again, you can do it again, and you can correct it for me?"

"Are you sure you want to humiliate yourself in this way?"

"..."

Well, He Zhan did it again.

The first class didn't learn too many complicated things, it was just some noun definitions. This time, He Zhan carefully proofread the books one by one, and showed them to Xu Weichen.

Xu Weichen let him pass with a "hmm" sound.

Let's pass the test, He Zhan couldn't help but groaned again, stretched out his hand to Xu Weichen, and said with a tug, "Can you return the phone to me?"

Xu Weichen didn't take his cocky behavior to heart at all, he just thought he was childish and funny.

After more than three hours, He Zhan finally rescued his mobile phone, almost crying with excitement.

Xu Weichen finally asked him: "Can you be more obedient in the future?"

He Zhan said "yes" on the surface, but actually said "Fuck!" in his heart.

"SpongeBob SquarePants," Xu Weichen stood up and looked down at He Zhan with a faint smile, "If it weren't for your face, which really suits my taste, I'm afraid I wouldn't even let you in the classroom today. "

19,

In the evening hip-hop club training, Lan Mao asked He Zhan during plank training: "Why do you look so strange today?"

Can He Zhan not be surprised, he was molested by the old hooligan out of nowhere.

What the hell did Xu Weichen mean by that?

He Zhan knew that he was a bit crooked, and when he was having fun with himself, he was always crooked like a man. To be honest, if Xu Weichen hadn't insisted on going against him, that face and body would be the type He Zhan liked.

It's a pity, tsk tsk tsk, there is no such thing as a good skin.

He Zhan asked Lan Mao: "Have you taken Xu Weichen's class?"

Lan Mao giggled, "Usually I have a good character, but I'm lucky that I didn't take his class."

"Fuck you, my character is not good?" He Zhan scolded him with a smile, and then asked him, "Then where do you get your impression of Xu Weichen?"

"Listen to what others say."

He Zhan let out an "oh", he always felt that the Xu Weichen he knew was a bit different from the public impression.

20,

Life has to go on, and classes have to continue.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for Xu Weichen that He Zhan was looking forward to the most.

Looking forward to shit, he wished that Xu Weichen would disappear in front of his eyes.

He Zhan is such a person, he will try his best to make things difficult for those who don't make him feel better.

When Xu Weichen was in class, He Zhan tried his best to pick up what he said, he liked to see Xu Weichen slightly frowning with reproach, he had a feeling of retribution for a big revenge.

At this time, he would show off a smile to Xu Weichen.

But Xu Weichen was too boring, so he just played back and forth twice and ignored him, turned his back and refused to glance at him.

When get out of class was over, after everyone had left, He Zhan walked up to Xu Weichen in a shy manner, and asked him for his cell phone.

"SpongeBob SquarePants," Xu Weichen looked at him with connivance and helplessness in his eyes, "Can you behave yourself in class next time?"

He Zhan showed a triumphant smile, "What's the matter, Professor Xu finally can't stand me anymore? What do you want to do this time, seize my mobile phone?"

Xu Weichen leaned slightly close to his ear, and with a gentle smile, said to him in a low voice: "I hope you can understand, it's embarrassing for the professor to have an erection in public during class."