Anyway, the ladder classroom is boiling.

Full of joy and doubt.

"How could it be Professor Ye?" Cried a senior.

"Professor Ye is so handsome!" she said

A roommate beside Qi Qing was stunned, "does the school really want Professor Ye to substitute for us? My God

Later, a male student was very excited and said: "I've heard of inviting singers to teach vocal music and actors to teach performances. I can accept that you invite athletes to teach sports, but how can we invite a world-class math master to teach us Chinese? Is that bullshit? It's exciting to think about it

Qi Qing almost jumped up, "I'm going!"

Other students also have round eyes.

Only sister-in-law a "I already know" appearance, no response.

Outside.

Shouts could be heard in the corridor outside the classroom.

Zhao Huangming, the dean of the Chinese Department, came with some teachers from the Department. He didn't want to come. Ye Feng, the son of a bitch, scolded the five oldest professors in the Department. He almost didn't annoy Zhao Huangming to death. Now he wants to bite Ye Feng to death. However, he also knows how important Ye Feng is in President Wu's eyes. President Wu has brought him to meet with his classmates in person, so it's not appropriate for him not to come.

However, what he didn't expect was that Ye Feng was so popular?

You are a math teacher, OK!

"President Wu."

"President Wu."

Zhao Huangming came in with some teachers and professors.

Principal Wu nodded, "are you all here? Professor Chen is here, too? Aren't you planning to visit Peking University? Why do you have time? "

Professor Chen, who was 40 or 50 years old, said with a smile: "I heard that the leaves are coming. I'm very interested. I'll come and have a look. Professor Ye's poems are very good. I have admired them for a long time. " He is also a professor of poetry in the Chinese department and a member of the Poetry Association. However, when Ye Feng swept the poetry world last time, he didn't attend, just watched. Professor Chen admired Ye Feng's attainments in poetry.

In the classroom, the students are still talking.

Zhao Huangming helped Ye wind down, "everyone be quiet, listen to Professor ye say a few words." Not satisfied with Ye Feng, but in front of the students, Zhao Huangming still has to give Ye Feng face, at least can't let the students see that the dean of his Chinese department doesn't trust Ye Feng, otherwise Ye Feng can't take the students.

The dean's dignity is still very sufficient, the students immediately stopped talking, one by one are sitting there quietly.

Ye Feng looks at President Wu and president Zhao, "president Wu? President Zhao

President Wu smiled and waved, and took Zhao's name and several teachers to the first row. "This is your class, and it's your first time to meet with the students. You has the final say." Headmaster Wu's coming is actually a way for Ye Feng. Now the students are becoming more and more disobedient. Although Haida is a famous university, there is no lack of pricks. The smarter the children are, the more rebellious they are and they like to challenge the authority of their teachers.

However, at present, although some students doubt Ye Feng's teaching, a considerable number of students welcome Ye Feng.

Well, it's kind of polarized.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "OK."

The students in the next room were all staring at him.

Ye Feng coughed for a while, this first time standing on the platform, was still a little nervous, but after really standing here, Ye Feng was not so nervous.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Ye Feng."

Ye Feng's voice is very light. At this time, he doesn't look like he used to be fooling around. "Maybe some of you know me, and others don't know me. No matter what I used to do, I'll be your teacher in the future. I'll take the three elective courses this semester."

"As for me, I'm more casual." Ye Feng looked at the students below and said with a smile: "I don't have so many rules in my class. I haven't taught them, and I don't know those rules very well. However, I once went to university, and I know that the final exam and failure all depend on the teacher's mood. If any of you don't come to class, well, it doesn't matter, it may affect my mood. "

Poof!

"Ha ha ha."

Many students are happy.

Ah, it doesn't matter. Do you always beat around the bush when you talk about literature?

Just say skip class and drop the course.

Ye Feng's words suddenly enlivened the atmosphere in the classroom.

Many students feel that no matter what Professor Ye teaches, at least they are very humorous.

Even President Wu and president Zhao couldn't help nodding. Ye Feng had two brushes. At least the first step was good.

It's not easy to be a good teacher. We should not only be knowledgeable, but also know how to get along with our classmates. At the beginning, there was a professor with profound knowledge in Haida University. But because he didn't know how to get along with his classmates, those students were particularly disgusted with the teacher. In class, they either slept or deliberately made things difficult. Anyway, in his class, they did everything except those students who didn't study seriously.

Ye Feng's practice is very wise, he said to the students: "I know you are very busy now, and I don't want to occupy your time, so let's meet and exchange this time by asking questions, so that we can get to know each other quickly. Well, there's no limit to the number of times. As long as you want to ask, you can do anything. "

"Really?"

"Ask anything?"

"Me, me

A lot of people raised their hands.

Qi Qing and her roommates also raised their hands.

Everyone's enthusiasm is still very high. Before any new teacher came to class, we didn't have such enthusiasm. The main reason is that we are too curious about Ye Feng, a legendary figure, and Ye Feng doesn't want to be as rigid as those traditional professors. In addition, Ye Feng is so young. It's the first time for us to experience this kind of novelty, and our mood naturally rises.

Qi Qing's hand was raised very high, and the shaking range was also very large. The whole person was about to stand up.

Ye Feng also noticed that she was not very beautiful. She looked ordinary. Sitting beside Su Ling was like a green leaf. Ye Feng remembers that this girl is Su Ling's best friend.

"This classmate." Ye Feng pointed to Qi Qing, "short hair."

Qi Qing suddenly stood up in surprise and said, "Hello Professor Ye, my question is, when are you going to update the novel? We're all in a hurry. "

"Ha ha!"

"That's a good question to ask!"

This group of novel fans in the class roared one after another.

Zhao Huangming shook his head speechless. What's the problem.

Standing on the platform, Ye Feng almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. This girl is really poisonous. Which pot can't be opened? Which pot can you carry. However, Ye Feng replied: "don't worry, it's fast, it's fast."

"Soon, what day is it? Tomorrow? " Qi Qing asked reluctantly.

"Tomorrow! Yes, tomorrow

Ye Feng stroked his forehead. This funny look made the people below laugh.

After getting a positive answer, Qi Qing sat down with satisfaction.

"Next question, the boy in the back." Qi Qing sits down, and Ye Feng calls the boy in the back row.

The male student stood up and said, "Professor Ye, what is your relationship with Su Ning?"

"Xu"

"Xu"

There was another noise.

This time, it's not only Zhao Huangming, but also president Wu. What are these students asking? Eight trigrams?

Ye Feng is also full of black lines, but he thought for a moment, or replied: "that is my goddess."

"Goddess? Will your wife not be jealous? " The student asked again.

Ye Feng's heart is speechless, my goddess is my wife, jealous fart!

"That's her goddess, too."

Ye Feng's answer is perfect. Indeed, Su Ning once said that she is her own goddess.

The younger sister-in-law holding a smile secretly gives Ye Feng a thumbs up. Then she takes out her mobile phone and opens the video with her elder sister. She whispers: "elder sister, elder sister, look at your brother-in-law, you have a model."

At home, Su Ning is lying on her bed, holding her mobile phone. Next to her, she holds her baby in her mother's arms and her mother's soft body. She also looks at her father in the mobile phone with big eyes.

Ye Feng didn't pay attention to Su Ling's little actions. He didn't know that he had been broadcast live. He called up another student.

"Professor Ye, you are a world-class master of mathematics. Why don't you teach in the mathematics department? Instead, I came to our Chinese department

Listening to this question, Ye Feng talks.

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