Zeng Chongxin walked to the podium with a low voice.

"Now let's start class. Hello, students."

The students under the platform stood up perfunctorily and said hello to the teacher in an ambiguous tone. Looking around, Gu jiuci said that everyone was lazy and didn't look like a serious class at all.

Zeng Chong seems to have been used to the stylized opening for a long time.

"Sit down."

After most students sit down, they begin to do their own things, such as eating, playing games and even hiding in the last row of playing cards.

Gu jiuci frowned slightly. Although he heard that there was such a situation in the University, it was too arrogant.

"In today's drama line class, I'd like to take you to enjoy the segments of our country's classic drama thunderstorm."

Zeng Chong finished saying that, unexpectedly put down the screen directly and began to play thunderstorm.

"I'll tell you that Mr. Zeng's classes are usually thunderstorms. I heard that last semester, he played thunderstorms for one semester. What do you think you can learn? "

Mia lowered her voice and said in Gu jiuci's ear.

"It's not going to be that simple."

Gu jiuci's meaningful opening eyes fell on Zeng Chong's face.

At this time, Zeng Chong was leaning on the edge of the platform, with his back to everyone's attention and staring at the screen.

Even when the characters in the movie begin to speak lines, they will speak silently and follow the practice.

Gu jiuci sits close, and immediately notices this detail. Over the years, the teacher has been practicing his lines day by day.

Just ten minutes later, Zeng Chong turned around and began to assign his homework.

"In the future, when you go back, you can watch this clip every day and record the lines for me. Well, it's time for class. "

As soon as Zeng Chong's voice fell, the students stood up one after another and rushed out without paying attention to what he said.

"Mr. Zeng assigns this assignment every semester, but everyone doesn't pay attention to it. No one has handed in this assignment. Anyway, you can get credits at the end of the semester. Don't worry about it."

"No, I care."

Gu jiuci stood up and strode to the podium. At this time, Zeng Chonggang put away the folder and was ready to leave.

"Teacher, how can I hand in my homework and send it to your email?"

A clear voice stopped Zeng Chong.

"Are you going to do this homework?"

Zeng Chong turned back to see Gu jiuci, and his eyes were slightly surprised. He remembered that only this girl was very serious.

"Yes!"

Gu jiuci replied earnestly. When mi'an saw him, he quickly opened his mouth.

"Teacher, and me."

Although she didn't understand why Gu jiuci was so serious, there was always a reason.

"Well, do it if you want."

Zeng Chong didn't care too much. After he wrote the email address and handed it to Gu jiuci, he left.

"Ah Ci, why are you so serious?"

Mia asked curiously.

"Don't you really know who he is?"

Gu jiuci turned around, and his eyes flashed meaningful.