"You..."

Only love is extremely ashamed, pale face, want to question him, what purpose.

It's just that, after all, I still keep my sense. I think it's in the classroom. I can't make a lot of noise However, he deliberately turned a blind eye, leaning forward, on the book, where her name is.

With his fingers curled up, he held the pen in his hands and wrote down something carefully.

To fall, but three words - Shen Mo north.

"Remember, this is my name."

Don't have deep meaning, he whispered softly.

Then, in love only dazzled bleary, has not returned to his mind, his palm suddenly forward, forcibly hold on to love Put the pen in the palm of my hand, I was about to struggle.

His hands were already loose, as if he had no intention of staying.

Looking up again, he turned around and walked back to the stage.

Only love biting lips, staring at the figure of men, it is extraordinary, but in the bone, obviously bad intention She didn't believe that Shen Mo came to Beijing University from other places and was still in her own class.

But the purpose They were wrong that night. Why did he find himself?

The mood in my heart is complex, but I hate Shen Mobei.

His appearance is a disaster, which breeds despair in his heart A moment ago, she was still missing Shen Shaobai. She wanted him to come back. At this moment, she still missed him.

Just come back But when Shen Shaobai really comes back, how to deal with it?

Lower your head and stare at the pen.

In retrospect, he just grasped the pen and the palm of his hand, leaving a warm feeling.

At the bottom of the eye, there is a deep disgust.

As soon as he looked up, he stood on the stage, smiling, looking at himself consciously or unconsciously It is under his gaze that he just likes to throw the pen at random and resolutely throw it there.

Later, he tore off the cover of the book with his name. Under his eyes, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it down.

See these, Shen Mo North peach blossom eyes, a tiny squint, full of mist in the eyes, pupil color slightly deepened, dense out of a touch of dangerous taste.

Interesting!

Shen Shaobai is worthy of being the little lover you care about. How interesting!

"Students, I'm your new term psychology professor. My name is Mobei. "

He explained with a smile, picking chalk at his fingertips.

Turn around and quickly write down two words on the blackboard: Mobei.

Different from the love only book, it's just Mobei, not shenmobei. It's like deliberately avoiding the "Shen" surname!

Look at the font, dancing and flying, there is a sense of amazement, like his face, beautiful and flirtatious, can not help but want to indulge.

"To be honest, if you have any questions, you can always ask me."

For a moment, the girls are boiling.

"Professor Mo, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Professor Mo, what type do you like?"

"Professor Mo, can you accept the love between teachers and students?"

....

Listen to these, there are many kinds of problems. He is like a bunch of prodigal games. He can deal with them easily Compared with the past, the class is lively and full of enthusiasm, and most of them are girls at the beginning.

Until I heard it, Shen Mobei told me about racing, ignited the passion of boys, and those thrilling experiences seemed to be legendary and enjoyed.

It's really adored by girls and adored by boys.

Only love to look at Shen Mobei, with wanton smile on his lips, a little cohesion of the people's hearts, deep antipathy.

Until the bell rings.

As soon as I tidy my desk, I just want to leave the classroom and escape from shenmobei.

"Summer, only, love?"

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