Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

"Hello, Teacher Kuang."

"Mr. Kuang, good afternoon!"

"Mr. Kuang, what are you teaching this afternoon?"

.......

Kuang Mu was walking on campus, and students greeted him from time to time. Kuang Mu held a stack of books in his hand and nodded calmly.

The people around had long been used to Kuang Mu's indifference, even though Kuang Mu never answered and just nodded, those students still smiled and walked up to greet Kuang Mu enthusiastically.

Kuang Mu was going to lead a postgraduate criminology class this afternoon, but he had something to do in the past three days, so he prepared a paper, handed it to the class representative in the class, and planned to ask the principal for a three-day class. Fake.

The class representative is Yi Guang, a 23-year-old girl who just entered the first year of graduate school.

With the paper in her hand, she took another look at Kuang Mu.

Most of the professors had gone to class, and she and Kuang Mu were the only ones in the office.

Kuang Mu is wearing a pure white turtleneck sweater and a long black trench coat. He is sitting on the seat holding a pen in his hand. He is as good-looking as a star in a pictorial.

Yi Guang couldn't help but blush a little.

This made her think of how many people desperately squeezed into the law class for the sake of Kuang Mu.

Originally, this class was difficult and boring, but since Mr. Xiao Kuang came to substitute the class, the class is almost full!

Even many girls who couldn't take this class flocked to this class.

Some people even posted the video of Mr. Kuang's class on the Internet, which made not only Mr. Kuang popular, but also the law department of H University.

This year, the number of people rushing to come to H University for the postgraduate entrance examination has tripled compared to previous years, so H University has made Kuang Mu a treasure in the palm of his hand.

The most important thing is that he is only 25 years old this year, and he has already received a doctorate in law. He is the youngest doctoral student in the entire H University.

Moreover, Kuang Mu is now leading a law class for graduate students of H University. You must know that many of his students are older than him.

"Teacher Xiao Kuang, are you going back to Ming City again?" Yi Guang asked cautiously.

"kindness."

Kuang Mu lowered his head and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, then looked up at Yi Guang, and said calmly, "I'm going back for three days, and you will let them write the papers for these three days."

"Understood!" Yi Guang made a posture of standing at attention.

Then Kuang Mu lowered his head and began to look at the phone again. At this time, Yi Guang poked his head up and down to look at Kuang Mu, and looked at it for a while with a blushing face.

Kuang Mu raised his head, looked at her indifferently and said, "Is there anything else?"

"Ah? Ah? It's okay, I'm leaving, Teacher Kuang."

After the little girl walked out of the office, Kuang Mu stood up and left the office, went up to the fourth floor and walked to the door of the principal's office.

He knocked twice on the door.

"Please come in."

Kuang Mu pushed open the door and walked in. The principal was sitting at the table and was reading a document. When he saw Kuang Mu coming in, he immediately smiled and said, "Xiao Kuang is here. I happen to have something to ask you. What's your matter? "

Kuang Mu walked up to the principal and said, "Principal, I want to ask for leave."

The headmaster nodded: "Yes, how long?"

"Three days, return to Ming City."

"What's going on?"

"My mother's death day." Kuang Mu said calmly.

"Yes." The principal agreed very readily. After finishing speaking, he took out a brochure from behind, put it on the desk, and said to Kuang Mu, "Xiao Kuang, I also have something to tell you."

Kuang Mu nodded and said, "Say it."

"Do you still remember a new project I told you about our school and overseas universities last year?"

Kuang Mu frowned and thought about it, then nodded.

H University is currently ranked among the top three universities in China.

Among them, the Department of Translation and Law is second to none in China.

Last year, H University wanted to expand its popularity overseas, so it carried out postgraduate exchange activities in various famous universities overseas.

The excellent graduate students from University of H will be exchanged with graduate students from foreign universities for a period of two months, so that students can feel the education level of different countries.

"It's like this. A few days ago, the number of our first batch of exchange students has been determined. At the same time, it has also been confirmed that the overseas university we will exchange with is a master's student in the Department of Business Analysis and Science at Imperial College London. These students should spend a few days The day will come, and I will arrange some courses related to business law, which may need to be placed in your class. The exchange students selected this time have a certain foundation in Chinese, so don’t worry too much. OK."

Kuang Mu nodded again upon hearing this.

The Imperial College of Technology in the United Kingdom is one of the top universities in the world, and its reputation in the world is much louder than that of H University.

What's more, he is a master's degree from the business school, and he is an elite among the elite, so it is no wonder that the principal specially instructed him on this matter.

But Kuang Mu had no interest in any exchange students or foreign students, he just taught the class as he should.

The headmaster looked up at Kuang Mu's face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, and sighed lightly, suddenly feeling that the last sentence he just said was really superfluous.

When Kuang Mu was a sophomore in high school, he won No.19 in the provincial English competition at the age of 1, and entered the translation department of H University one year in advance.

Since he was recommended to enter H University, and because of his good looks, he attracted a lot of attention from the school as soon as he entered the school, and the principal watched him grow up step by step.

He proposed to change the department within a month of enrolling, and transferred from the translation department to the law department of H University.

Although the law department of H University is also very good, it is still slightly inferior to the translation department.

The director of the translation department didn't want to let such a good seed like Kuang Mu go, so he said to Kuang Mu that he refused to transfer him to another department and insisted on keeping him.

Kuang Mu found the principal directly.

The principal asked him why he had to change departments.

At that time, Kuang Mu was wearing a white sweater, and he was also standing in this office. At that time, his youthful youthfulness had not faded from his face.

"There is no reason, I want to study the Fa." Kuang Mu said firmly, "I only study the Fa."

"Why study the Fa?" the principal asked.

Kuang Mu was silent for a while, clenched his hands by his sides and said, "I hope no one will dare to bully us from now on..."

The principal didn't quite understand who we were talking about Kuang Mu, he was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Then Kuang Mu studied hard every day.

He was already smart and learned new things very quickly.

But he seemed to be completely lacking in learning. He took classes during the day and spent the night in the library, doing research on various domestic and foreign crime cases. Every year, his credits were much ahead of his time.

In the end, when he was 22 years old and went to his junior year, he completed four years of university credits, and the school made an exception to allow him to enter the graduate school of the law department of H University.

Kuang Mu finished his postgraduate study at the age of 24. Due to his outstanding performance during the postgraduate period, he published many case study papers, so he applied for the Doctor of Laws at H University without any suspense.

His life seemed to be in fast forward.

Now Kuang Mu is 25 years old. It just so happens that his supervisor is sick this year and cannot come to teach graduate students, so Kuang Mu brought all the lectures of his tutor.

Who knows that Kuang Mu usually seems to be quiet and quiet, but when he is teaching students, he speaks very clearly and vividly.

Now in the whole school, only the class taught by Kuang Mu is the most popular, and the school seniors gradually accept that Kuang Mu is a small professor in the school.

At the age of 25, he can get a foothold in H University. He is good-looking and good at studying, so much so that students say behind his back that Teacher Xiao Kuang's life is simply a mess.

After the principal approved the leave, Kuang Mu took the train back to Mingcheng that day.

Fucheng, where H University is located, is not far from Mingcheng, and it takes more than three hours to get there by ordinary train.

Kuang Mu got off the train and went straight back to his apartment.

He would come back at this time every year. It had been a long time since he returned to Mingcheng last time, and the house was a little dusty.

Kuang Mu simply cleaned the house, and before dinner was in his mouth, Zhou Bingshuang called.

"Hello, Xiao Mu?"

"kindness."

"Let's come out to sit together at night. I recently saw that Fang Chu has a good buddy who is very handsome. He is a sports student and his height is 185. I heard that he also likes boys. Why don't we come out and meet?"

Fang Chu is Zhou Bingshuang's new boyfriend whom he talked about two months ago.

After Kuang Mu arrived at H University, it didn't take long for Zhou Bingshuang to develop his business in Fucheng.

So she and Kuang Mu lived in the same city.

These years, Zhou Bingshuang watched Kuang Mu live alone for many years, studying and going to work every day. She was afraid that Kuang Mu would make her own head stupid, so she always spared no effort to drag Kuang Mu to various places to see the difference. Many people are eager to sell Kuang Mu.

But every time Kuang Mu's reaction was very cold, and it could even be said that he resisted.

This time too, Kuang Mu said in a flat voice: "I'm going back to Mingcheng, I won't go."

"Ah? What are you doing back in Ming City? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Come back to visit the grave."

After speaking, Kuang Mu hung up the phone.

The next morning, Kuang Mu got up around seven o'clock.

He took a taxi early in the morning and set off to Yan Minhui's cemetery.

On the way, he told the driver to drive slower, Kuang Mu leaned back on the seat, half-closed his eyes and looked out the window.

The road the taxi was driving passed by Luo Ya High School.

Now this time is when students go to school.

Kuang Mu looked sideways at the students wearing school uniforms outside the window. Boys and girls were fighting in twos and threes. Some of them were eating hot buns and walking quickly towards the school.

They wore the blue and white school uniforms of Luoya High School, drawing a youthful landscape on that road.

Kuang Mu's eyes looked a little dry, and he closed his eyes heavily as he turned his head.

He and that person have walked that road countless times.

Only now did Kuang Mu know that their story was very insignificant to this school.

Every year, every day, someone writes their own story at Loya High.

It really does answer that sentence, there will always be people, but no one can stay in forever.

There was a bit of a traffic jam in the morning. Looking at the continuous flow of people on the sidewalk in front, the driver honked the horn angrily and said, "I caught up with the students going to school early in the morning. This road is the most congested every time! These students, it is difficult to cross the road." There are no rules and no rules, playing around, alas!"

Hearing the driver's complaints, Kuang Mu didn't respond, but just clenched his hands by his sides.

The traffic jam was severe in the morning, Kuang Mu leaned on the co-pilot feeling drowsy, and was still a little uncomfortable when he got out of the car.

He still gets motion sickness.

It's just that in the past two years he found a very effective motion sickness medicine, and after taking that medicine, it would not make a mess in his stomach for less than an hour's drive.

Kuang Mu got out of the car and walked to the cemetery.

The grave guard in the cemetery was a lame middle-aged man, who already recognized Kuang Mu.

Because most of the people who come to visit the graves come on Ching Ming Festival, only this man, he will come every year on this day, rain or shine.

The gravekeeper walked up to Kuang Mu along the tombstone next to him, and asked, "Young man, you are here again."

Kuang Mu, who was wearing a gray cashmere coat, nodded.

Holding flowers in his hand, he walked up step by step on the bluestone steps covered with fallen leaves.

Yan Minhui's tomb is in the last row, and the flower placed in front of the tomb was given to her by Kuang Mulai last year.

No one will come to see her except Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu walked to her grave. As usual, he took the white towel in his hand and wiped the tombstone for her, and pulled the weeds beside the tomb.

Finally, Kuang Mu bent down and put the flowers in his hand in front of Yan Minhui's tomb.

He squatted down, raised his eyes and looked at Yan Minhui's photo quietly.

Yan Minhui still had a pretty smile on top.

Yan Minhui's name is engraved on the tombstone, as well as her husband Kuang Jinshan and his son Kuang Mu.

There is no other name.

Kuang Mu suddenly saw a little dust on Yan Minhui's three characters, he raised his hand, stroked those three characters, trying to wipe off the dust.

But when his fingers touched Yan Minhui's three words, Kuang Mu's fingers trembled violently.

He said hoarsely, "Aunt Yan, I'm sorry, I'm here alone again this year..."

After he finished speaking, Kuang Mu lowered his head and took a deep breath. He casually stroked the gray layer of the steps beside the tombstone, turned around and sat on the steps, not minding the dirt on the ground at all.

Kuang Mu sat alone in front of the tomb, looking at the scenery down the mountain in a trance.

The scenery at the foot of the mountain is very good. Looking from a distance, you can just see a forest in the distance, as well as undulating hills.

The gravekeeper went back to the small room to have breakfast and watched TV for a while. When he finished everything, he raised his head and looked out the window, only to find that there was already a little rain outside the window.

The rain was dense, like a thin layer of mist.

And Kuang Mu was still sitting there, looking down the mountain indifferently.

After thinking for a while, the gravekeeper walked out of the hut and walked in the direction of Kuang Mu.

He walked up to Kuang Mu and said, "Why are you still sitting here? The weather is not good today, go back early, it will rain heavily later."

Kuang Mu didn't look at him, but just shook his head.

The tomb guard looked at Kuang Mu and didn't know what to say for a while.

For seven years, this man has been coming here every year.

The gravekeeper still remembers the first time he came here as a high school student.

It was evening that day, he was wearing a baggy school uniform, and he didn't know what wronged him, as if he had sneaked out of school, he stood in front of the grave and cried silently all day.

He came every year after that, but never cried again.

Seven years have passed, and he has become more mature and silent every year.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that he will sit in front of this tomb every year when he comes here, from the morning until the park closes.

The cemetery keeper with a beard on his face took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to Kuang Mu and asked if he wanted it.

Kuang Mu stared blankly at the cigarette. He took the cigarette, motioned to the grave guard to light it for him, and then put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

I saw the cigarette butt flickering suddenly, and then Kuang Mu's eyes turned red, and he began to cough violently.

His eyes and the tip of his nose were red from coughing, and it took him a long time to stop.

Seeing Kuang Mu coughing in such a distressed state, the tomb guard laughed twice. He patted Kuang Mu on the shoulder and said, "Have you ever smoked? Tell me sooner!"

Kuang Mu didn't speak, he put the cigarette in his hand and took a small puff.

The tomb guards didn't smoke very well, the smell was very strong and choking, but gradually Kuang Mu got used to the smell of the smoke, and he actually felt that the feeling of being surrounded by smoke was not bad.

"I'm also guarding someone." The grave guard took two puffs of cigarettes, and suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

He looked behind Kuang Mu's tombstone and rolled his eyes.

There is a tombstone at the back that is very clean, and the stones can't wait to be polished. The photo above is a woman with a little baby fat but a sweet smile.

"My wife, five years ago she picked me up from get off work one night and we were going home when a car ran a red light and hit me..."

The tomb guard didn't finish what he said. He took a puff of cigarette, patted his leg and said, "My leg was broken at that time. I suffered from depression during the period after her death. Every night I could dream of the day she died, so I ran here to see her, but I didn't expect my depression to be cured..."

"So I started to guard here, I guarded her, and she guarded me, as long as I turned around, she seemed to be standing behind me and stayed in my heart, so I understood that as long as I am devout enough, I will never lose the one I love."

The gravekeeper's voice was a little hoarse, like a storyteller in an ancient fairy tale.

Kuang Mu lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, and said: "I have no lover, no friends... I have been devout for one person, but now I can't even dream..."

The gravekeeper was silent for a while and said, "If you can't dream, it means you're about to forget."

Kuang Mu didn't speak.

The gravekeeper looked at Kuang Mu's thin back, and rarely wanted to say a few more words, he said: "You have been here for seven years, I read a news report before, what are you talking about... .Oh yes, there is an expert who has researched that all the cells in the whole body can be replaced in seven years, and a person can forget a person after seven years. Is the person you want to forget your mother? Soon Soon, it won't be so painful after seven years..."

The grave guard looked at the photo of the woman behind Kuang Mu, raised his hand and patted Kuang Mu on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Seven years, it's already been seven years..." Kuang Mu chuckled twice and said, "I also feel that I'm about to forget, I'm about to forget."

The cemetery was closed at three o'clock in the afternoon. Seeing that the rain was getting thicker and thicker, Kuang Mu stood up and staggered down the steps.

At this time, a tall man in a black windbreaker suddenly appeared at the gate of the cemetery.

The man was holding a black umbrella, his face was covered under the black umbrella, and he had a strong aura all over his body. He walked up the steps step by step under the rain.

Kuang Mu stopped abruptly. He stood on the steps, looking down at the man walking towards him, his hands clenched into fists.

At this time, the man walked under the two steps in front of Kuang Mu, slowly raised his umbrella, raised his head and said to Kuang Mu, "Please let me go."

Kuang Mu's shoulders suddenly loosened, he lowered his head, and took two steps away from his body.

The man walked up from in front of him.

Then behind Kuang Mu came the voices of the gravekeeper and a man.

"Old Zhao, why are you here today?"

"I'm busy with work. I'm going on a business trip abroad tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to come back in half a year. Before I leave, I want to see my son."

"Which country are you going to?"

"Italy."

"That's far away."

.......

The voices of the two people's greetings became farther and farther away, and Kuang Mu raised his hand to support the big tree next to him.

The tree trunk was wet from the rain, and it felt bad to the touch, but Kuang Mu supported it for a long time before slowly walking down the steps.

Kuang Mu stayed in Mingcheng for another night that night, and returned to Fucheng the next day.

These two days in Mingcheng seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Kuang Mu didn't know why, he was in Fucheng every day to attend classes and study, but he didn't feel tired at all, so many people thought their teacher Kuang was a robot who never felt tired .

But when Mu Kuang returned to Mingcheng for the past two days, he had nothing to do every day, except for putting a grave for Yan Minhui, he hardly did anything else.

But Kuang Mu felt that he was very tired.

The body is tired, and the heart is even more tired.

In the afternoon, when Kuang Mu returned to Fucheng, he didn't even go to school. When he got home, he threw himself on the bed, unable to lift his arms and legs.

As soon as Kuang Mu lay on the bed, Xiao Xingxing and Xiao Bai ran over immediately.

Little Xingxing picked up his little toes and hooked the sheets, trying to get on the bed, but his legs were too short, so he couldn't get on the bed anyway.

Xiaobai, on the other hand, was much smarter. He took two steps back and jumped onto the bed, lying on Kuangmu's pillow a little weakly.

Xiaobai is almost 11 years old this year, and he is an old cat.

In recent years, it may be that Xiaobai is getting older, or it may be that there are only Kuang Mu and Little Xingxing around him, and he no longer grabs the snacks of Little Xingxing, and he is much gentler to Kuang Mu.

If Kuang Mu didn't go home for more than a day, it would always stick to Kuang Mu when he got home.

Kuang Mu stroked Xiao Bai's fur, then leaned over and hugged Xiao Xingxing up.

seven years.

These years are not evident in the human body.

Kuang Mu just changed from an ignorant boy to a relatively mature man.

He was 25 years old, young in society and even in college.

But these years are particularly obvious on cats.

Xiao Bai has changed from a lively and active kitten to an old cat who is panting even when he jumps on the bed.

Kuang Mu raised his hand to caress Xiaobai and Xiaoxingxing again, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, when suddenly there was a piercing ringtone of the mobile phone.

Kuang Mu suddenly woke up from the dream.

He sat up from the bed, looking at the darkness around him, his chest heaved violently, and he could even hear the sound of his heart beating rapidly in his chest cavity.

Kuang Mu has always been like this in the past few years. Every time he wakes up from a dream, he feels his heart hurts badly, like having a nightmare, but he doesn't remember what kind of dream he had at all.

With trembling fingers, Kuang Mu touched the bed and found the phone.

He turned on the phone and connected the call.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, have you come back from Mingcheng?"

On the other side of the phone is Zhou Bingshuang's voice.

When Kuang Mu heard the voice on the phone, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and gave a low voice of grace.

"Come out for dinner together tonight, Fang Chu and I..."

Before Zhou Bingshuang finished speaking, Kuang Mu said, "No." Then he hung up the phone.

After turning off the phone, Kuang Mu turned on the phone and took a look.

It was only seven o'clock in the evening, but Kuang Mu had no appetite at all.

His heart has never been able to withstand fright, and now it is still beating violently, making him restless.

So Kuang Mu got out of bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and walked around the bedroom twice in a very impatient manner.

In the end, he hesitated for a while, then opened the bedside table, took out a box of powerful sleeping pills, and gulped it down on Bai Kai, who had been cold by the bedside for a long time.

After finishing all this, Kuang Mu lay back on the bed.

"Meow..."

Little Xingxing lay beside Kuang Mu and let out a soft cry.

Kuang Mu raised his hand and hugged little Xingxing in his arms, then he patted little Xingxing's back, and he also shrank softly into the bed.

It didn't take long for the sleeping pills to work.

Kuang Mu closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Another weekend passed, and it happened to be Monday when Kuang Mu went to work.

As soon as he walked into the campus in the morning, he was still the focus of everyone, and students kept coming over to say hello to him.

In fact, Mu is not a real professor in name.

He is still too young, and he is only a doctoral student, so he is not qualified, but it may be that Kuang Mu is usually too serious, so the students are respectful when they see him.

Even a few 30-year-old graduate students stood respectfully when they saw him, and shouted, "Hello, Teacher Kuang."

Kuang Mu walked into the office and began to prepare for today's class.

His class today is Economic Law, mainly for business graduate students.

As soon as he sat down to prepare for the lesson, a female professor in her 40s sitting in front of him turned her head again.

She turned the swivel chair and turned to Kuang Mu, and said, "Little Kuang, would you like to meet the girl I told you about that day?"

Kuang Mu stopped the pen in his hand, looked up at her and said, "No Professor Liu, I'm a little busy."

"No matter how busy you are, you have to take care of your lifelong affairs. You are 25 this year. The niece I told you that day is also very good. She is a returnee and has two apartments in Fucheng!"

An outstanding boy like Kuang Mu was stared at by H University.

The little girls liked him, and secretly blushed for him, and even many young female teachers stared at him like they were staring at a piece of delicious food.

If Kuang Mu's character was not too cold, Bao Buqi would have been divided up long ago.

Professor Liu is worried about his niece who has no partner in his family. He wants to get the moon first, so he quickly takes down the handsome guy Kuang Mu.

Unexpectedly, Kuang Mu's voice became a little colder, and he refused again: "No need, I don't want to fall in love."

These words blocked Professor Liu's retreat, she looked at Kuang Mu and sighed deeply, then turned around and returned to her seat.

At 55:[-] in the morning, Kuang Mu packed up his lesson plans on time and walked out of the office.

At ten o'clock, Kuang Mu walked to the door of the classroom.

As soon as the people in the class saw Kuang Mu coming, the noise inside immediately quieted down.

Kuang Mu took the lesson plan and walked to the podium with a calm expression, and looked around the audience.

Originally, economic law was not a big class. Before, there were more than 30 people in class, and only a small classroom was enough.

But later the students learned that Kuang Mu taught this course, and the number of people who took this course quadrupled, and now there are more than 100 people attending the class.

The school had no choice but to replace it with a large classroom.

The people below were crowded, Kuang Mu just glanced at it, then lowered his head, picked up the remote control on the table and clicked on the ppt on the screen.

His classes are never called by name, but there are very few absentees.

"Today we are talking about the standards for filing economic crimes."

Kuang Mu adjusted the microphone, supported the podium with both hands, and started the class.

"The conditions for economic crimes are as follows, one is to offer bribes, the other is to accept kickbacks, and the third is..."

Kuang Mu's cold voice kept echoing in the classroom.

From time to time, he picked up the laser pointer next to him to take pictures of the key content on the ppt. When he mentioned the key points, he would pick up the whiteboard marker and write down the key points on the whiteboard, so that the students in the audience could take notes.

Kuang Mu wrote good handwriting, and those characters on the whiteboard were as delicate and beautiful as his own.

The girls in the audience picked up their mobile phones one after another, and took pictures of Kuang Mu's presentation in front of the whiteboard.

When Kuang Mu was writing the case on the whiteboard, someone knocked on the front door suddenly.

"Teacher Kuang, please excuse me."

Kuang Mu stopped his movements, turned his head and looked out the door.

The principal stood outside the door, and there were two foreign girls with blond hair and blue eyes standing at the door.

Kuang Mu slowly put down the pen in his hand, turned sideways and looked out the door.

The headmaster pointed to the girl and said, "Mr. Kuang, these are the exchange students from Imperial College of Technology that I told you before. These six are assigned to your class."

Kuang Mu nodded and said, "Okay."

The first to enter were two blond girls. They walked in smiling and greeted Kuang Mu in blunt Chinese: "Mr. Kuang, good morning."

Kuang Mu nodded.

The two girls walked into the classroom, found a random place and sat down.

When the students in the class saw the new foreign students, they were excited and chattered in low voices under the stage.

A dark-skinned boy and an Indian girl came in from behind, and the two also imitated their greetings to Kuang Mu: "Mr. Kuang, good morning."

Two people also walked in.

The fifth person who came in was a foreign boy with light brown hair and blue eyes.

This boy has fair skin and a tall figure. He is wearing a pink pullover sweater. He looks very good-looking and looks very small. He looks like he is only 89 and [-].

As soon as he came in, he smiled brightly, and said loudly to Kuang Mu: "Hello, Teacher Kuang, my name is Oscar!"

He was so good-looking, he smiled like a little sun, and the girls in the audience erupted immediately.

"He looks so good..."

"The eyes are still blue!"

"And he's a top student at Imperial College! He's handsome and good-looking, just like our teacher Xiao Kuang, with both beauty and good looks!"

.......

People in the audience talked a lot, but Kuang Mu nodded to him still expressionless.

Oscar didn't immediately go down to look for a place, he leaned forward, poked his head and glanced out the door, as if he was waiting for another person.

Until the last person slowly stepped into the classroom.

The discussion in the office was immediately pushed to a climax.

"I'll go, are we so lucky..."

"Are all the handsome guys in our class like this?"

"Is he Chinese?"

"Three handsome guys in the same frame, take a picture quickly!"

........

This time the surrounding voices were loud, but Kuang Mu felt as if struck by lightning. He fixedly looked at the person at the door, and couldn't even do such a simple action as nodding.

The man was dressed in black casual clothes, holding a stack of books in his hands, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes remained the same as before.

He raised the black eyes that Kuang Mu was very familiar with, and looked at Kuang Mu quietly.

Then he smiled and said to Kuang Mu: "Mr. Kuang, good morning."

The author has something to say: Let me tell you, Ji Xiaohuan studied at a British university, three years of university and one year of postgraduate, so seven years is enough for him to go to postgraduate.

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