What is a first-class savior?.

Chapter 235
Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was temporarily lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

The tense doomsday crisis was temporarily lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

"It is said that Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, is the inventor of the earliest safe."

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

He is now purely enjoying the atmosphere, and the homework is done for him by the Apostle of Dawn, and his mentality is completely different.

This feeling is just one word, really cool!
The old professor turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

This is a folklore elective course. Students who take this course come to get credits and listen to some interesting folklore stories by the way.

Wang Ran was no exception. He silently opened the mobile game.

At this time, the old professor turned around.

He cleared his throat, and didn't care whether the students below were paying attention to the class, and said to himself: "Students, today we will tell the story of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan."

Wang Ran raised his head in astonishment, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Afternoon sunlight shines on the youthful faces of the students through the clean glass windows.

"Stand up! Hello teacher!"

The hale and hearty old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup from the previous year, with white smoke floating on the cup.

"Hi students, please sit down."

The tense doomsday crisis was lifted, and Wang Ran returned to a peaceful university life, not because he loves to study, but because he likes the relaxed and active atmosphere in the school.

(End of this chapter)