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Handsome homeroom teacher wearing silver-rimmed glasses

The sound of the man's footsteps was like stepping on someone's heart, and it was only after he got closer that he could clearly see the handsome face with a clear outline.

Her black hair was combed back at three to seven points, and she looked very serious, with handsome eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and extraordinary facial features. She also wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, which added to the temperament of a gentle scum.

This appearance can be said to be eye-catching. Zhao Songneng must have never met someone more handsome than him in the game. Fortunately, in just a few days, he met the second one!

He couldn't help touching his face, and when he turned his head and found that the mage didn't even blink his eyes, he couldn't help poking it with his abductee, and said in a low voice, "Why, you're too handsome to look stupid?"

Jingchen was caught off guard by a kidnapper, and his body was a little unsteady, but he did retract his eyes.

The reason why he was in a daze was because this face was basically the same as the one he had seen in the illusion!

What he can be sure of is that he is absolutely right.

Could it be that what the other party said last time will really come true in this world...

The man still had a few books in his hands, and finally stopped in front of them.

"Wait."

His voice made Jing Chen very familiar, but the other party seemed to not know him at all, and his eyes were full of indifference.

But when he saw his hair, a trace of strangeness flashed across his eyes, and he opened his lips again: "The hair does not conform to the system."

Zhao Song couldn't help laughing silently, it seems that he is not the only one who cares about this, there is still logic in the dungeon.

But what the other party said next made his smile freeze on his face.

"Beard, the appearance does not conform to the school rules." The handsome man didn't look at Zhao Song when he spoke, and led the two of them through the corridor to the direction of the classroom.

This floor seems to belong to the third year of senior high school. It can be seen from the signs hanging next to the doors of several classrooms on the road that they are full of densely packed students.

Zhao Song rubbed his belly against his stubble sadly, curled his lips, and thought to himself—he really hates campus dungeons the most!Every time the old cucumber has to be painted green to pretend to be tender, trouble, trouble!

Jingchen didn't expect that one day he would be troubled by his hair, but he can control his emotions very well, and he will never lose his mind because of the man with silver-rimmed glasses.

He probably guessed the man's identity. Judging from the way he spoke and his unsurprised attitude towards the two of them appearing here, he should be the head teacher.

And their identities...

"This is the classroom." Anyway, he pushed open the classroom door and walked in first.

And the doorplate next to the classroom door reads——Grade Three (4) Class.

The number 4 sounds special.

Jing Chen entered the classroom after the man. He was 1.7 meters tall and thin, with a strong character. The school uniform fit him very well, like a model.

His gestures are very natural, and he is not restrained by the unfamiliar environment or standing on the podium.

The head teacher put the book he was carrying on the podium, propped his hands on the table, and glanced around at the students who had been silent since he came in.

The people he saw all lowered their heads, for fear of staring at each other.

After the originally noisy classroom quieted down, the atmosphere became even more strange. It was so quiet that it was hard to breathe, as if the carotid artery was being held by an invisible hand.

Jingchen thinks this is no longer a newcomer level, so the difficulty will naturally be higher.

The quietness of the students made the head teacher's lips rise slightly, and the magnetic and pleasant voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"These two are our new transfer students. Let them introduce themselves next, and everyone applauds and welcomes them."

Because of his words, these students dared to raise their heads, dozens of eyes focused on the two people on the podium, with various emotions.

The curious look at strangers, or the malicious speculation that the third year of high school will transfer, and the mockery because of their appearance...

Under these gazes, there were scattered applause, intermittent and lacking in enthusiasm, just like completing a task.

Zhao Song is a bit socially obsessed, so it is easy to face the self-introduction, even if he is faced with a bunch of indifferent classmates.

With one hand on his left chest and the other behind his back, he bowed slightly and gave a gentleman's salute, and began to introduce himself with a slightly ruffian smile.

In addition to the age, the number of people in the family, height and weight, hobbies, subjects that are good at, etc. are all introduced clearly, and I have talked for a long time.

However, most of the people in the audience were just 18 years old, and they were a little curious about such talkative people.

But soon someone began to tear him down.

"Wow, you look so old, you have the same unshaven beard as my cousin."

This made Zhao Song's mood, which was not bad, drop to the bottom. He wanted to give someone back on the spot, but his reason forced him to hold back.

It was also because of the lively atmosphere in the classroom.

While giving up the podium to them, he was leaning against the wall. The head teacher, who had an excellent ratio of height and leg length, didn't stop him either. He looked away with deep eyebrows, as if he didn't care.

It was Jingchen's turn to introduce himself. He clasped his hands and bent slightly, with a gentle and polite voice, "Jingchen, my name. It's a pleasure to meet everyone here."

His introduction is very short, completely different from Zhao Song, in fact there is nothing wrong with it.

But the reaction of the students was similar to how they treated Zhao Song. It seemed that they treated them as outsiders, so they agreed to speak out.

There was a girl with a fashionable appearance who stood out among the group of people, and her hair was dyed purple, but she said very meanly: "Huh? Why do you have a bald head as a classmate with us?! Other classes still don't laugh when it spreads. die?"

Because of what the girls said, there were more other voices, echoing the trend.

A cut-headed man who looked like a school bully laughed loudly, a little exaggeratedly, "It looks like he just came out of prison, ah no, maybe he came out of the temple?! What book are you reading? Go back Let’s eat fast and chant Buddha’s name.”

Listening to Jingchen, he was not happy or angry, and even the red bowl in the bag began to vibrate violently, thinking about it, he was a little angry.

"Master, don't argue with idiots! These bastards are covered with small brains." Si Guo said so, but his voice could hear the meaning of indignation. If it wasn't for him not being able to intervene, he probably would have jumped out and given him one by one. cerumen!

For a while, the classroom was very noisy, dozens of mouths were spitting out bad words, and Jingchen became the focus.

The homeroom teacher frowned, rubbed his temples with his hands, and said in an extremely cold tone, "Shut up, the heads of those who are arguing will explode."

It took less than three seconds for the voice to land, no matter men or women, they all shut up obediently, and even sat upright, very obedient.

I don't know how the head teacher did it, like this group of students tidy up so obediently.

With a long leg, he walked back to the podium, and scribbled his name on the blackboard twice, "Two students, find a place to sit down. This is my name. I am your head teacher and math teacher."

Jingchen stared at those two characters for a long time, the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, like bamboo branches.

Emperor Gong.

This name is very special, and this surname is not something ordinary people can have.

Jingchen and Zhao Song found a place to sit in the last row. They were next to each other to facilitate communication.

Coincidentally, the girl who had dyed her hair before was in the row in front of them, and the girl's deskmate was that temperamental school bully guy with an inch cut.

Seeing them sitting in the back seat, the girl let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction, and the cropped man also gave them a somewhat impolite glance.

Di Gong on the podium was wearing a black suit, with his body line outlined just right. When he unbuttoned his suit and raised his hand to write on the blackboard, his thin and muscular waist looked even more attractive.

And the lectures are also very professional, clear and clear, and every student is very serious.

Including Jingchen, he has adapted to the status of a student very quickly.

Most of the knowledge he learned from his master, or self-taught from books, has not received systematic training.

When he lowered his eyes and was writing and drawing on the paper, a beam of light from the window hit his side face, the skin on his face was so clear that even the pores were invisible.

Zhao Song couldn't learn it at all, he was still worried about what he was ridiculed by the crowd just now, he couldn't be as calm and natural as Jing Chen.

After a class, my mind is empty.

But when his eyes inadvertently flicked across the clean paper covered with formulas, he couldn't help whispering: "It seems that these are not difficult for you?"

"No, the teacher explained it well." Jing Chen was still quite modest, but he was also telling the truth.

I don't know if it is the illusion of Jingchen, but the two students in front seem to be doing some tricks in class.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jing Chen looked away from the interlocking little fingers.

Puppy love is not good...

"Student Jingchen, go to my office." Di Gong was just putting down his head to arrange his books on the podium, and left after speaking.

The first one who was puzzled was Zhao Song - "Why did he only call you and not me?"

Feeling inexplicably lost, Zhao Song touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little puzzled.

"You'll know when you get there." Jing Chen also wanted to confirm something with Di Gong, and left his seat without wasting any more time.

After asking for directions, he found Di Gong's office.

Jingchen knocked on the door and opened the door after hearing the other party's voice.

The office is independent, very spacious and not crowded, the decoration is bright, and it feels very comfortable.

And Di Gong was sitting on the office chair correcting things, he raised his head when he saw Jing Chen coming, and pushed up the slipped mirror frame with his bony hands.

Silver-rimmed glasses add to the cold and inhuman feeling.

His first sentence was very direct, without the slightest twist - "Master, do you know who I am?"

When he said this, the light in his deep and lingering eyes flickered slightly, as if as long as Jingchen didn't recognize him, there would be unfathomable danger...

Jingchen closed the door, his eyes painted the extremely handsome facial features, and slowly said the answer he had already had in his heart.