The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

early morning.

It was past eight o'clock, the campus was silent, and there were almost no students on the road, except for the teacher who shuttled between the office and the classroom with a thick stack of books.

Occasionally, you can see people rushing towards the teaching building at high speed, and you can tell at a glance that they are scumbags who rushed to the scene to make up for it.

Yan Jiamu walked to the classroom as usual. This morning, his class was scheduled for the first and second periods, which was just after breakfast. When passing by the cafeteria, he could still smell the faint fragrance of breakfast in the air.

In the classroom, except for a few bullies in the front row, most of the students looked as if they had stayed up too late and were exhausted. Recently, for some reason, the school suddenly postponed the late self-study time for all the prospective graduating classes, from the original nine o'clock to ten o'clock. In addition, the dormitory is forced to turn off the lights at 11:30, and many students can't even take a shower in time, complaining endlessly.

In his heart, Yan Jiamu felt sorry for these children, but there were parents behind the school to support them. In order to be admitted to a good university, most parents would like their children to suffer a little more in the three years of high school, so that a good university can relax.

Yan Jiamu, who has been here, said that it is a lie to wait until the university will be easy.

He knocked on the table to wake up a group of poor little ones who were still sleepy. They all rubbed their eyes to force themselves to open the textbook and force themselves to stare at the blackboard.

Yan Jiamu turned on the projector and signaled Hu Lingling to open the courseware. Just as he was discussing the latest course with the academic committee, Hu Lingling, who was standing next to the computer playing the courseware, suddenly let out an exclamation.

"what happened?"

Yan Jiamu walked to the computer, only to see that the disk that should have stored the courseware was blank. Yesterday Hu Lingling borrowed his USB flash drive under the pretext of studying, and it contained the courseware for today's course.

Hu Lingling faltered and couldn't answer, until Yan Jiamu asked again and again impatiently, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look into his eyes: "Yes, I'm sorry, Teacher Yan, I cleaned up my disk after studying yesterday, but it seems that I made a mistake. I accidentally wiped your disk."

Almost all the courseware and materials from the first year of high school, as well as the materials and meeting reports that the school needs to hand in are stored in the USB flash drive. Every time Yan Jiamu uses it up, he puts it in his briefcase immediately, just because he is afraid of losing it and causing trouble.

The good habits he had insisted on for several years were completely destroyed by Hu Lingling overnight. Yan Jiamu's face turned dark on the spot when he thought that there were materials to be handed in tomorrow.

Fortunately, he still had a sliver of reason. Considering the image of Hu Lingling as an intern teacher in the students' minds, he didn't blame her on the spot, but turned around and turned off the projector.

"We don't use the courseware for class today, please turn to page 106 of the textbook."

Although the students didn't quite understand it, it was enough to obey what the teacher said, and the whole class heard the sound of pages being flipped.

In the sound of Yan Jiamu's lecture, Hu Lingling hid in the last row in desperation.

She has always been a confused character, and often accidentally deletes things by mistake, but she doesn't have a long memory. She has made a few troubles by mistaken deletions and has not developed the habit of backing up. If she didn't discover it temporarily, she would not have noticed It was actually Yan Jiamu's U disk that was cleaned up until yesterday.

And Yan Jiamu's current attitude makes her even more worried. If he scolds herself severely, she will admit it. I am afraid that Yan Jiamu will be completely disappointed in her and ignore her in the future. Then her road of chasing love may not have started yet. He died halfway.

Hu Lingling bit her lower lip tightly when she invited him to dinner later and apologized.