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When he came out of his own palace again, Bai Baihua had already changed out of the blood-stained gown that couldn't see its original color, and was wearing a rare azure gown, with long hair loosely draped over his shoulders.

One hand was hanging by his side, the fingers were stiff, like a fake hand.

In the end, he failed to use magic to retrieve the severed hand.

He is not Wu Haoxuan, who uses false appearances to deceive others and himself.

He cut off his own hand cleanly, and bid farewell to his past self with blood.

Not a fake farewell, but a real one.

"Director Yang." He called his old subordinates in front of the hall.

In a few seconds, Manager Yang was seen running from a distance.

"My lord?" Director Yang clasped his fists and bowed his body to listen to the leader's instructions. He quietly raised his eyes to see the tall figure in the sky-blue robe in front of him.

The expression was still calm and composed, but it seemed to be different.

There seems to be a little tender affection in the adult's coldness, like a small green sprout emerging from the hard soil.

Bai Hua's mood at this time was extremely relaxed and happy.

He solved the black history, and he could go and seriously reply to Achuan the three words that he didn't have time to reply.

"Director Yang, add some furniture to this palace. Soon, someone will live in... a mortal." In order to avoid misunderstanding by the loyal Director Yang, Bai Hua specially emphasized the word "mortal" at the end.

"Oh... huh?" Mr. Yang was quicker than his brain, and after answering, he reacted slowly.

mortal?

Shouldn't it be the righteous king of Xinde?

Is there something he doesn't know?

"Let's do it. Try to make it as warm as possible, just like the world. By the way, I'm going out for a few days. If anyone asks me, just say... I'm traveling." Bai Hua did not miss Manager Yang. The astonishment in his eyes when he raised his head.

Except for Wu Haoxuan who practiced together, no outsiders may know about his relationship with Achuan.

Lao Yang is younger, so he doesn't know.

But this doesn't affect Director Yang's loyalty to the Chief Secretary at all. His small black eyes rolled around in the small eye sockets, and he made a bow and immediately drew inferences: "Then I let the Secretary turn into an adult recently. ? So as not to scare... mortals?"

"Ordinary people" who can enter the eyes of the director must be extraordinary.

"Very good." Bai Baihua nodded, a rare compliment to Manager Yang.

Manager Yang trembled, and tears almost burst out from his small eye sockets.

For hundreds of years, I have never received the word "good" or "very good" from Mr. Secretary.

Flattered and grateful!

It appears that he is on the right track.

This extraordinary "mortal" means a lot to Mr. Secretary.

Originally, he was still complaining in his heart that "going on a trip" was some kind of foolish reason, but you must know that the Chief Secretary no longer needs to travel in person.

But now, after being praised by the director general with the word "very good", Director Yang suddenly became enlightened as if he had been opened up to Ren Du's second channel.

This reason is obviously to fool the righteous gentleman of Xinde who has "deep affection" for the chief minister.

In other words, Mr. Xinde Zhengjun's character is really nothing to say, and he is very considerate in dealing with people and things. Director Yang and many people in the department think that he will be an excellent candidate for the wife of the director.

But it was obvious that their director had never thought about it differently.

Director Yang felt that their adults seemed to have never responded to Wu Haoxuan's efforts.

Xinde Zhengjun has always been a single arrow.

Alas, feelings, this thing, who can tell.

It's not about doing business.

The more you pay, the more you get, and the first come, first served.

After Mr. Yang figured out the entanglement of these doors, he went down to arrange them with great discernment.

He was looking forward to it in his heart, what kind of "mortal" was the wife of the director.

"Ah Choo—" The "mortal" who was missed by Manager Yang sneezed loudly.

He Mingchuan scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers, maybe his family received the money and was thinking about his well-being happily.

"Dinglingling——" the class bell rang for the second time before people in twos and threes came in from outside the classroom.

From the sound of their procrastinating footsteps, He Mingchuan could empathize with how much people love and hate this three-credit compulsory course.

Ma Zhe class.

The class was attended by an old professor who had devoted himself to this class for half his life. From his smooth forehead, it could be seen how dedicated he was to this class.He Mingchuan has recovered from the accident of falling objects from a height, and still needs to attend classes, work part-time, and complete unfinished studies.

Like most normal people, he really couldn't love this course, but he had to attend the old professor's class regardless of the weather for the sake of three credits.

The students had almost arrived, and there were many people in the public class. Like He Mingchuan, they all found their seats and sat down helplessly. Some of them took out their extracurricular books, and some of them took out their earphones. To get through this lengthy class.

When footsteps came from outside the classroom, He Mingchuan didn't even bother to lift his half-closed eyelids. In the past two days, he went to bed very late.After changing the bed and the new environment, he was a little uncomfortable.

The one-person apartment was so quiet that he began to miss the pyrotechnic atmosphere of his previous roommates grinding their teeth and snoring.

However, this time the old professor's footsteps were too relaxed, and the step length was wrong.

He Mingchuan raised his head abruptly, and saw a tall and slender figure coming slowly from outside the classroom door with a book in his arms.

Isn't that bald old pedant who can read a whole book with his eyes closed?

He Mingchuan stared blankly at that figure.

In fact, the rustling voices in the entire classroom just now seemed to have pressed the mute button, and all the sounds and movements stopped abruptly the moment the figure outside the door entered.

With a book in between, Bai Baihua, who had changed into a casual suit, took two steps and stood in front of the podium. His cold eyes swept around the large auditorium from behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

Scanned to the reincarnation of a certain grass spirit sitting in the corner of the penultimate row.

He Mingchuan's mouth was still open, and the hand holding the pen was raised on the book, but the pen had already slipped from the hand he was holding to the table.

"Wow! So handsome!" After more than a minute of silence, someone muttered something in a low voice.

This murmur was like a drop of water rolling into a frying pan.

The classroom erupted instantly.

"This is also the teacher of the Ma Zhe class? Why have I never seen it before!"

"Student in front, you are blocking my view, I want to take a picture of him, even Jiugongge can't hold his elegant demeanor..."

"Hey! I really made a lot of money by coming to class today! It's beautiful! It's really beautiful! It's so beautiful that I want to lick my screen!"

In addition to the excited girls, there were also many boys who couldn't help discussing in a low voice.

This person's face value is too lethal.

Especially after comparing with the old professor before.

"Putong, poutong!" The surrounding discussions seemed to gradually fade away, and He Mingchuan could only hear his own heartbeat.

He seemed to have seen these eyes before.

It's dark and deep, and you can't see the end at a glance.

The icy coldness that was so far away was the familiar aura that he lingered in his dreams but never dreamed of.

Seeing these black eyes, He Mingchuan moved his fingers, as if he was still imagining the smooth fur texture in his hands.

Tail.

He should have a long tail.

He Mingchuan did not forget the experience of "died" once.

Those eyes and that tail, he will never forget them for the rest of his life.

is it him?

He Mingchuan stared at the man motionlessly.

Watching him walk up to the podium, he lowered his head and opened the book.

The edge of the lectern met the penultimate button of his suit.

The podium has a height of 1.4 meters. According to this ratio, the person should be 1.9 meters tall.

A full head taller than him.

Yes, the height is right too.

He Mingchuan was once dragged to the ground by that person's tail, and had been face to face with that person.

He looked up, barely able to meet his eyes.

However, he never saw the man's face clearly.

His face was always foggy like a layer of frosted glass.

"Hi everyone, Professor Zhou has a day off today, and I will be the substitute teacher. I am the substitute teacher, Bai Tianhua." Bai Baihua opened the lesson plan and set his sights on He Mingchuan again.

He is still in a state of confusion.

"Wow—" Before Bai Hua could say another word, all the students applauded enthusiastically, welcoming the substitute teacher.

The applause was thunderous, no less than welcoming a star.

Alas, this face-seeking world!

Bai Hua was silent for a while.

He originally wanted to transform into an ordinary image to replace the old professor for a class.

But he was afraid that Ah Chuan would not recognize him, so he just changed his clothes and came to class.

Unexpectedly, his celestial beauty was greeted with such thunderous applause.

I'm afraid Professor Zhou, who is resting at home, would never have imagined that he did not win the applause of the students after studying for half his life, but he won the favor of the students just because of his good-looking face.

This impetuous mortal world.

Bai Baihua's brows were slightly drawn together, but fortunately his Achuan didn't follow the crowd and applaud.

He is still immersed in his own world.

Compare the person in front of you with the boss from another world.

All the similarities he thought were miraculously matched.

Bai Baihua stretched out a jade-like hand, pressed down, and the classroom fell silent.

"I'm very glad that my classmates affirmed me. In fact, Professor Zhou is the expert of this course. I just occasionally have the opportunity to work in his class." Bai Hua opened the book seriously and made a short speech The opening remarks immediately started the class.

The teaching plan is written by Professor Zhou, and he just follows the ready-made teaching plan step by step to attend the class.

He seemed born to teach.

Although Professor Zhou's teaching plan is very detailed, Bai Hua's explanation is even more detailed.

Citing scriptures, giving examples, and presenting facts, the tedious rules and regulations in Ma Zhe's class seemed to come alive under his melodious and clear voice.

Where is it boring?

Even if you can't listen to the content of those dogmas, just listening to the magnetic male voice that will make your ears pregnant can make your heart move.

All the students were listening carefully and taking notes, and no one wanted to miss a word from Bai Hua.

Bai Baihua was lecturing in one direction, raising his eyes from time to time to glance at someone who was listening carefully, he himself was immersed in the contents of the textbook, let alone someone.

He even thought, if he could take a lifetime class and let Ah Chuan listen to his lifelong class, how great would it be?