Chu Shao's sweet wife is beautiful and wild

Chapter 479 Young Madam, They Are Deliberately Embarrassing You
He is over fifty years old, dressed in a rigorous cheongsam, with a solemn and unsmiling face, his hair is gracefully coiled, his back is straight, and his standing posture is like a model in an etiquette textbook.

"You are Professor Hou?" Yan Yiren said unrulyly, "I am Yan Yiren, a newcomer."

Professor Hou glanced at Yan Yiren, then at the red marks on the supervisor's face. She raised her hand and said to the supervisor, "Go and apply ice cubes first."

The supervising teacher nodded unwillingly, turned around and left.

Professor Hou looked at the sloppy Yan Yiren, "You, come with me."

"Oh." Yan Yiren tilted his head slightly, and said to Chen Ce behind him, "Follow me."

"Yes." Chen Ce put away his mobile phone, put it in his suit pocket, and followed him into the room.

In a huge classroom, there are 29 students, each with a table in front of them, with pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the table.

The 29 students were all dressed in uniform white cheongsams, and their hair was neatly tied up.

Professor Hou stepped into the classroom first, without turning his head, "Your seat is at the last empty table, now go and practice calligraphy."

Hearing the sound, all the students raised their heads. Yan Yiren stood at the door and let everyone look at him. Suddenly, he smiled and walked slowly to the last empty table and stood still.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on other people's desktops, but hers is clean and shiny.

Not to mention a pen, not even a piece of paper.

calligraphy?

What do you use to practice?

Chen Ce saw it too. He raised his head and was about to speak when he saw Yan Yiren raise his hand to signal him not to speak.

"Young Madam?" He lowered his voice, "They are deliberately making things difficult for you."

"Of course I know they did it on purpose, don't worry." Yan Yiren gave Chen Ce a "look at you" look, and Yan Yiren took the ruler in his hand and slapped it on the table.

Her strength was not heavy, but the ring ruler still made a loud noise when it hit the table.

Especially when other students were practicing calligraphy quietly, the sound echoed in the huge classroom.

"Yan Yiren." Professor Hou, who was pointing to the students, turned his head and stared at her with deep eyes.

"Professor Hou, I'm practicing calligraphy. Didn't you tell me to practice calligraphy?" Yan Yiren was unmoved, and tapped the ruler in his hand on the table.

Let you make things difficult for me, go ahead, who is afraid of whom.

Let me practice calligraphy even if I have no pen or paper. Practice your size!
You come to practice one and let me see?

Professor Hou's eyes were slightly cold, "You don't know how to ask without a pen, ink, paper and inkstone? What's the use of having a mouth?"

"Professor Hou, so you also know that I don't have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" Yan Yiren pretended to be surprised, "Then you still let me practice calligraphy, don't you mean to bully me, a newcomer? Professor Hou, you are still a teacher after all. , is it really okay to do this?"

Shui Lanzhi put down the brush, turned around, frowned slightly, and said softly to her: "Miss Yan, I think this is just an oversight. After all, the trivial matters of preparing pens, inks, papers and inkstones belong to the logistics department. You don't understand, But you can’t just open your mouth and blame Professor Hou, it’s not good.”

Her voice seemed to be lowered, but Yan Yiren knew that everyone present heard it.

Those students raised their hands one after another, covered their mouths and laughed softly.

Or I can't suppress my shoulders shrugging, or I can't control my voice overflowing.

Everyone looked at her from amazement at the beginning to ridicule now.

(End of this chapter)