Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

That look was too hot to cast on him, as if it were about to burn. It was too strong to be ignored.

Yan Luo seems to have a sense of looking at the past, just caught a person, his good-looking lips slightly open, cold voice line spit out a few words, "teacher, I finished."

That's over. I just said my name and didn't mention any of my hobbies. It's good for children to have personality, but also pay attention to the occasion.

Wu Jun was not happy, but the director of education winked at him.

Dear, this is the grandson of the president of Yan's group. Mr. Yan donated a library to their school! The cold sweat was about to trickle down the director's forehead.

Yan Luo didn't like preaching or being restrained. The director carefully observed the expression on the young man's face. His brow had been slightly wrinkled, and there was a trace of irritability on it. He was tolerating his bad temper.

"Well, Yan Luo, just sit there. If you need anything, you can tell me after class." Wu Jun had to give the director face. He asked the male students in the class to go to the academic affairs office to get a set of tables and chairs and put them in the last row of the classroom.

Yan Luo was temporarily placed in that position. It happened that shortly after the beginning of the school, a monthly examination would be held in another week, and then he could rearrange his position.

Teenagers are very tall, sitting in front of the students may block the sight of students sitting in the back, affecting learning.

Yan Luo nodded slightly. His tutoring was very good. When facing his elders, he should have some courtesy.

He was followed by the girls, and the boys were under great pressure. There was a top-notch handsome man in class 10, but there were few women in science class. These boys had to lean back again, for fear that Nanyang high school's draft list would have to be ranked again.

The teaching director called Wu Jun out and prepared to give him a good ventilation and do some work. "Yan Luo is a special student. He is the grandson of the president of Yan's group. He donated the new library of our school."

Speaking of this, Wu Jun also understood, "director, I know."

The teaching director gave a hearty laugh. He patted Wu Jun on the shoulder with great sincerity. He said, "do well. You will be on the list of teachers' evaluation this year."

“……” Lin Jinan looked at them without blinking. He seemed to be a transparent man.

The system sniggered. It didn't mean to. It just thought the host's expression was funny.

Lin Jinan lost his face and raised his hand weakly, "Mr. Wu, can I go in? I want to learn. "

Seeing off the teaching director, Wu Jun, who was about to turn back to the classroom, was startled by the sound behind him. Lin Jinan walked without a sound, just like a ghost.

"Go in. Next time I catch you sleeping in class, call your parents over." Wu Jun warned that he snorted coldly. He hated the young man who was not made of iron.

"I promise I won't sleep in your class next time!" Lin Ji Nan's attitude is sincere, he raised his hand to swear.

"It means that instead of sleeping in my class, I'm going to sleep in another teacher's class?" Wu Jun was born in science and worked as a teacher in charge of a class for ten years. There were more cheating among the students. He caught the loopholes in his youth's words.

Lin Jinan smiles with a guilty heart. He thought, "no, no, I'm sure I won't go to class and go to bed. Mr. Wu, please let me go back to the class."

This time, Lin Jinan used a more sincere tone, he stood in front of Wu Jun's suspicious sight, and quickly slipped back to the classroom.

He used to sit in the penultimate row, but now it is different. He has become the penultimate, and the first is Yan Luo.

His family's intimate boyfriend, sitting behind him. Every step closer, Lin's heart beats more than once.

Yan Luo didn't look up at him. He didn't go to the dean's office to get the textbook. Instead, he used the textbook of his desk mate Zhang Xiaofan.

"Lin Jinan, you are brave enough to sleep in Laowu's class." Zhang Xiaofan looked at Lin Jinan, who came back from the king, and put up his thumb. In the first ten minutes of class, Lin Jinan fell down.

Wu Jun's chalk head has been thrown over several times, but he just didn't wake up. Zhang Xiaofan began to pinch him. His hands were tired. Lin Jinan was sleeping like a dead pig.

It's a long story. It's a long story. If you want to blame Tong Ge, you should blame him.

Lin Ji Nan raised his index finger and put it on his lips, "Shh, Lao Wu is looking at me."

When he returned to his position, Zhang Xiaofan lent his textbook to Yan Luo, so he and Lin Jinan shared one.

Yan Luo's head is low, I don't know when to lift it up. His eyes are filled with anger, and everyone feels bored.

For example, in front of this pair of male students, especially with the back of the head to their own that young, he inexplicably produced a very uncomfortable mood.

It's just reading a book together. Is it necessary for them to be so close? What an eyesore!