"That's great. Only eighteen people came this time. Maybe there will be fewer people coming back. Zhenzhen, let's contact the business later and try to get the quota for these twenty people to attend the class. In this way, our class originally had no

Those who signed up for Professor Han's class can come here and get fifty places at once, hahaha, make money!" One of the girls taking the class turned her head, looked at the other girl, and smiled. No.

He said with his mouth closed.

Her voice was very low, but Han Zihe who was standing on the podium could hear her clearly.

The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably again, and Han Zihe looked over with a helpless face: Girl, you sit in the first row and talk like this, are you afraid that I won't hear you?... I'm worried, there are just a hundred of you.

If you hang it on the wall to listen to lectures, I will also accept it, teacher!

Probably sensing Han Zihe's gaze, the girl who spoke quickly put on a flattering smile, sat up straight, opened her notes, picked up her pen, and prepared to listen to the lecture.

Nodding funny, Han Zihe showed a touch of kindness, then opened the syllabus, picked up a piece of chalk from the podium, turned around and wrote five powerful characters on the blackboard - literature and philosophy, and started her own journey.

Semester teaching in the minor.

And Han Zihe’s gentle voice sounded in the classroom while she was sleeping. With her allusions and witty explanations, as she laid the groundwork and laid the groundwork for thousands of miles, and with her exquisite analysis every word, everyone was present to listen to the class.

Almost everyone in the college was led into the interactive world of literature and philosophy by her, and they were fascinated by it.

Of course, even if Han Zihe's lectures were popular everywhere and most of the students were fascinated and intoxicated, there would be exceptions.

For example: a statement about eyes glued to a girl named "Zhenzhen" who came to class;

For example: Sitting in the last row, Feng Zhenzhen’s eyes are penetrating and constantly hitting her statement. (To be continued...)

ps: Thanks to “‘yema1995’ student” for his monthly vote;

Thanks to “Classmate ‘Fan Chen’” for his monthly ticket;

Thanks to the "Classmates of 'Lonely Asylum'" for their monthly votes;

Thanks to “Classmates of ‘Xianyun Guzhou’” for their monthly votes;

Thanks to “Classmates of ‘Donzhongzhiwa’” for their monthly votes;
Chapter completed!