I'm not a lawyer anymore

Chapter 161 Identity Conversion
Chapter 160 Identity Transformation
September tenth.

Law School, Faculty Office.

Teachers with the position of associate professor can apply for an independent office. However, Lin Huan was new here and had a lot to learn, so he did not apply for this independent office. If he applied, it would only occupy public resources. He would not come to the school when he was not in class.

Lin Huan was the only one in the office. He had a big class at 45:[-], and it was [-]:[-], and the other teachers hadn't come yet.

Lin Huan's position is next to the bookcase in the big office, and behind him are books that the teachers usually use.

Leaning on the chair, scrolling through the recently released INS of the watch list.

It's been a while since I've been on INS, and there are only a dozen or so on my watchlist, and there are actually dozens of updates.

"It's really posted." Lin Huan swiped to Park Xiurong's INS, and the photos he took of her in the domestic supermarket before were actually posted, but her habit of super long pictures really made Lin Huan very uncomfortable.

Park Xiurong likes to combine many pictures into a long picture, but Lin Huan is still used to looking at them one by one.

In addition to the photos taken at the Guohuo Supermarket, there are also photos taken at the coming-of-age ceremony of the Luo family's youngest daughter. Although Lin Huan did not appear in the photo, these photos are all from him.

Looking at the praise in the comment area, Lin Huan was quite proud.

There is no difference between my own skills and professional ones, they are all praised.

"One! Two! Three-four!"

Outside the ventilated window, there was a sound of counting.

Lin Huan's attention was diverted, he put down his phone and came to the window.

The freshmen who put on their military training uniforms have already lined up to start today's training.

It has been more than a week since the start of school, and the originally loose freshmen have also gained a little discipline through military training.

I remember running into Lin Ying in the cafeteria the day before yesterday, and Lin Huan couldn't help but laugh at the appearance of pouring bitter water.

This is where it is, this amount of exercise is not even as good as Lin Huan's amount of exercise in one class when he was at school.

Even though he was a student of the law school, the military training period was exactly the same as the normal police department. After the military training, there will be diversion, but the military training period is exactly the same, and the amount of exercise is outrageous.

But it's normal, what school is he, what school is Lin Ying, there must be a difference between a public security school and a normal academic university.

"It's almost there." Lin Huan raised his hand to check the time, and he could go to the big classroom to prepare for class.

Close the window gap a bit, pack up the courseware, pack it in a handbag issued by the school, lock the office door, and rush to the big classroom.

The place where Lin Huan attends classes is the big classroom. He only takes big classes. There is still a distance between the big classroom and the office. Lin Huan always walks slowly. He leaves around eight o'clock, and it is almost eight o'clock when he arrives in the classroom. Very much.

As soon as I walked into the large classroom, it was already full of people.

Lin Huan was used to this, and it would be strange if his class was not full.

"Professor Lin, good morning." A few familiar classmates in the front row greeted Lin Huan.

"Good morning." Lin Huan responded with a smile, took out the USB flash drive and plugged it into the computer.

"Should we talk about economic crimes today?" a male student asked.

"I don't talk about economics. There are too many things involved, so it's not suitable for a big class." Lin Huan looked at the computer screen and said while looking for courseware.

"Then what are you talking about today?"

"Continue to the last class on the human body."

Lin Huan found out the courseware and transferred it to the place where he left half of the last lecture.

Turn on the button next to the computer, turn on all the video recorders in the big classroom, and then turn on the microphone.

"Hello."

The noisy classroom quickly fell silent.

"It's eleven, we have class, we have today"

"Stand up!" Someone shouted to stand up, interrupting Lin Huan's words.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the large classroom stood up.

"Happy Teacher's Day~~"

Lin Huan was stunned. Before he could react, a few students in the front row took out the Teacher's Day gifts from the drawer.

"Professor Lin, Happy Teacher's Day!"

"Thank you." Lin Huan came back to his senses and took the gift with a smile.

Looking at the gift in his hand, Lin Huan felt very emotional.

In the past, he faced this festival as a student, but now he stands on the podium as a teacher, and the students in the audience sent him holiday blessings.

Year after year, identities rotate and time loops.

Smiling, he put the gift in his hand on the right side of the podium. This may be the passing of the torch in Chinese civilization.

The civilization that takes the form of the country as the coat, the fire that has been passed down for thousands of years is integrated into every bit of life.

"Let's go to class."

……

Lin Huan's big class lasted all morning or afternoon. The big class was not only reflected in the large classroom and large number of people, but also the long time and long courses.

Lin Huan's weekly class is usually from 11:30 am to 10:[-] am, with a [-]-minute break in between, which is a three-hour class.

Prepare lessons once a week, just for this big lesson.

With the gifts from his classmates and with the help of several classmates, Lin Huan returned to the office after class.

"Professor Lin's presents are more than ours combined, so young people like it." An old lecturer couldn't help but joked as he looked at the Teacher's Day gifts that were almost piled up on Lin Huan's desk.

"There must be dozens of gifts here?" Another female teacher in her 30s asked curiously.

"54." Lin Huan answered the female teacher's question while arranging the gift boxes.

"What are the presents, pens, earphones, hats, and towels?" The familiar teacher came over, looked at Lin Huan's pile of gifts, and said in surprise.

"There are still towels?" Lin Huan was also confused, why did he still have this thing as a gift.

"Don't move around, let Professor Lin take a picture first." The female teacher patted the male teacher who was flipping through gifts and said.

"Oh yes, take pictures first." The male teacher put the gift back and helped Lin Huan sort it out.

The two joined hands to sort out the more than 50 gifts and stack them on Lin Huan's desk.

The desks were piled up and the computers were flooded, and the other teachers in the office were stunned.

Lin Huan pulled the chair away and took a close-up of these gifts with his mobile phone.

click!
He edited the news and posted it on Weibo. He didn't know whether Teacher's Day is unique to China or the same all over the world, so he updated his INS along the way.

Get it done.

"Professor Lin posted on Weibo, I gave you a like!" A young teacher said with a smile.

"Thank you, Teacher Chen." Lin Huan thanked.

"Show me what Professor Lin sent."

Several people gathered around.

Lin Huan: "Thank you for the gifts from the students, and I wish all the teachers a happy holiday! [Photo]"

(End of this chapter)