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Chapter 8 Class Representative

Why in this world!this!what!Small!

Yang Fengyu simply lay down on the table and pretended to be dead, with the brim of the hat covering his face tightly, only showing his slightly red ears.

The bald teacher had already retreated. Qin Fangcong strode up to the podium and said that the USB flash drive in his hand was inserted into the computer, and the screens on both sides immediately projected a simple and clear PPT.

There were whispers and exclamations mixed in the classroom, Yang Fengyu quickly looked up, good guy, he was wearing a pure black high-end suit again.

He is tall and has long legs, and the arms wrapped in the suit faintly outline smooth and firm muscle lines, the neckline is buttoned up meticulously, the neck is slender, and the Adam's apple is clearly defined.

Further up, Yang Fengyu didn't dare to look any further up.

But he knew it without looking at it. On it was the short hair with bangs brushed back meticulously, a pair of calm eyes, and two words written on the lenses of the thin-rimmed glasses - abstinence.

He must have drunk too much yesterday, so he thought this person was his fan.

And crazy fans!It's almost like an iceberg.

The surroundings were too noisy, Tian Yuyang also woke up unsteadily, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Is the handsome guy here?"

As soon as the words finished, Qin Fangcong cleared his throat, and the audience fell silent.

"Here we come." Yang Fengyu said twice, "Look, if you don't believe me."

Tian Yuyang took out his glasses from his schoolbag, put them on with his eyes squinted, and woke up instantly after seeing the faces of the people on the stage, "What the hell?"

The volume of this sound was not low, and it was especially abrupt in the empty classroom. The people in the front rows couldn't help turning their heads in surprise, including Qin Fangcong on the podium.

Yang Fengyu died for the second time. He lowered his head while clutching his hat, and knocked himself on the table twice.

Tian Yuyang also hurriedly lowered his head, covered his head with his hands and asked Yang Fengyu in a low voice: "Coconut, what's going on?"

"I fucking want to know too, didn't you say you're a handsome guy!"

"It's a handsome guy!"

"you……"

Tian Yuyang lowered his voice and said, "Then is he your fanatical male fan? If so, can you leave me alone at the end of the semester... The practical course credits are quite high."

"What do you think?" Yang Fengyu flicked the brim of his hat, and smiled kindly at Tian Yuyang, "Do you think he looks like my fanatical male fan in any way?"

"Then what's going on?" Tian Yuyang leaned into his ear and said, "By the way, I remembered yesterday, didn't your father ask you to add that brother Xiaoqin's WeChat account, it couldn't be him, right?"

Yang Fengyu put on the mask of pain: "This world can't be so small, can it?"

"Listen to my reasonable analysis. Didn't you say something to your father before, did you come to arrest him in Lingcheng? Your father is so busy, it's normal to ask others to arrest you, and both of them are surnamed Qin, eh, didn't you stay?" Have you signed up for WeChat? Check it out.”

"You think I'm stupid, I didn't add it," Yang Fengyu said, "And I got it right on the way to the bar that day, it's not a WeChat account."

"Ah? Didn't you add his father? Check out Moments?"

"I've seen it, I'll see you in three days—" Yang Fengyu took out his phone and clicked on Moments, only to find that Uncle Qin had just sent a new message.

Click to open it, it is a group photo.

The three people above, his father, Uncle Qin, and a young man he didn't know smiled brightly.

It's not Qin Fangcong, but Yang Fengyu also thinks it looks familiar.

The copywriting is [old friend], and the date is the day before yesterday.

Yang Fengyu stared at the photo and shook his head, "Probably not, the world is so small."

Yang Fengyu took back the phone and lay down on the table again.

"Then what's going on? Brother Wen and the others wanted to save you last night. I thought he was...they didn't go."

"I really want to know what's going on." Yang Fengyu scolded in a low voice, "It's probably because I accidentally killed a VIP ticket on the day I went to the old man's company to sell tickets, and he took it away."

"What? Touched it away?" Yang Fengyu hadn't talked to Tian Yuyang about this matter before, and the latter couldn't control it after listening to it, and the volume became louder: "So you saw him at that time? Wow, you are too Is it fate?"

Yang Fengyu turned his head away, suddenly found that he was a little close to Tian Yuyang, a little uncomfortable, so he moved to the side, just about to say that it was difficult for him to explain rationally, when he suddenly heard a deep voice:

"Tian Yuyang."

The people on the stage shouted suddenly, and everyone in the front row looked over in unison.

Yang Fengyu froze, unmoved.

Tian Yuyang also maintained the original posture, unshakable.

"Talk, why are you standing there?" Yang Fengyu suddenly got up from the table, lowering his head to urge Tian Yuyang.

Tian Yuyang said in ventriloquism: "Now you are Tian Yuyang, get up quickly, or you will be ruined!"

"Are you an idiot, does he know who I am?"

"Keep your hat down, no one will know if you're a man or a woman if you're more than ten meters away! Hurry up, Dad! Please! Aren't you fearless!"

"Grass," Yang Fengyu lowered the brim of his hat and stood up bravely, "Is there anyone who begs for help like you!"

Tian Yuyang stuck out his tongue, and Yang Fengyu scolded him a thousand times in his heart.

Really, making friends carelessly.

Yang Fengyu raised his head slightly, feeling like a commoner girl who dared not look up when the concubine was selected in the Qing Dynasty, and said bravely, "Hello, teacher..."

With a distance of more than ten meters and so many people, Yang Fengyu still doesn't know whether Qin Fangcong recognized him just now, and now he is even breathing lightly, trying to cover up his unreasonable guilt.

No, Qin Fangcong was the one chasing selfishness, and Yang Fengyu did nothing wrong, so why is he guilty?

Thinking of this, Yang Fengyu suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Qin Fangcong.

The moment Yang Fengyu's eyes collided with the opponent's in the air, Yang Fengyu's chest trembled violently, and his breathing stopped for two seconds before he could react.

Damn, he is now "Tian Yuyang"!

AKA Yes, Yang Fengyu is not guilty of fanatical fans, and Yang Fengyu, who answered for Tian Yuyang, is guilty of undergraduate professors!

So Yang Fengyu's head that had just been raised suddenly lowered again, and he punched Tian Yuyang with all his strength, and said through gritted teeth: "Being a son is not enough, you must be my grandson!"

"Tian Yuyang." Qin Fangcong called out again, his voice still as calm as ever.

It was as if someone swung a sledgehammer at Yang Fengyu's heart, and he was stunned for a few syllables.

"Hmm..." Yang Fengyu responded in a low voice.

"Come up and add me on WeChat after class. I will be the class representative in the future. Sit down."

What the fuck?

Can you do this?

Yang Fengyu was immediately dumbfounded.

Tian Yuyang was also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the stage.

The class representative "Tian Yuyang" who was called on the spot had to raise his head to listen to the class. Qin Fangcong just started to introduce his professional field.

The way he spoke was calm and easy, and Yang Fengyu was fascinated by it unconsciously.Only then did I realize that he was here as a substitute for an emergency, and usually devoted himself to making music in private.

There are many behind-the-scenes musicians in China. Although he didn't say it explicitly, Yang Fengyu vaguely felt that he was quite powerful.

If there is no "fanatic fan" own goal, it will probably be better.

The other party spoke neither fast nor slow, and the magnetic voice reached Yang Fengyu's ears through the speaker on the podium, making people unconsciously follow his voice.

Not only that, Qin Fangcong's movements were also very calm, his back was straight, but not stiff, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura from the inside out.

But Yang Fengyu feels that he is not very proficient in Chinese, and many professional terms will get stuck, and then an English word will pop up.

In the past, Yang Fengyu felt that this way of speaking was purely pretentious, and he was annoyed when he saw each other, but Qin Fangcong didn't feel that he was pretending at all when he spoke like this, on the contrary, he was more professional.

Yang Fengyu's lips were pursed into a straight line, and he would nod along with Qin Fangcong when he was fascinated, and he didn't even know when Tian Yuyang next to him fell asleep again.

Qin Fangcong briefly introduced his direction, and ended on the last PPT, which was his mailbox.

Yang Fengyu was still a little unfulfilled, so he silently wrote down his mailbox.

"If you have any questions, you can ask them, but you don't have to answer them." Qin Fangcong said.

"Teacher, can I add WeChat?"

Someone in the audience raised his hand, followed by booing, Yang Fengyu followed the sound, he was a very handsome boy.

"Chen Xinxin started again?" Tian Yuyang woke up at the right time, did not open his eyes, but just yawned.

Fang Cuicui in the front row snorted coldly: "That's not true, I have no one to rely on. It's hard to find a handsome one. He's considered gentle if he doesn't jump directly."

Yang Fengyu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"He's a crook, Little Coconut. When he caught a guy, he said that his gay was moved. Seeing him like this, his heart was moved again."

"Ah?" Yang Fengyu looked disgusted, "But isn't he a professor? Can he still be like this?"

Fang Cuicui: "You don't understand this. Teacher Qin is a famous teacher and has no establishment. If it weren't for the old man in this class who was sick, there would probably be no teacher Qin."

"He looks young, what is his background, Ms. Fang Intelligence?" Tian Yuyang continued to ask.

"According to Ms. Fang, Mr. Qin has just returned from studying abroad, but I don't know the details, but you think, it is definitely not easy for him to enter Haida University. Moreover, those who have stayed abroad for a long time may be open to them. real……"

Yang Fengyu curled his lips slightly and looked at the stage.

Qin Fangcong lifted his glasses, his knuckles seemed to be stuck to something, and then flatly refused: "Sorry, it's inconvenient."

There was an uproar in the audience, and Chen Xinxin was obviously not convinced: "What about Tian Yuyang?"

Tian Yuyang, who was named, opened his eyes at this moment, and looked through the cracks in the heads.

But the man on the stage didn't look at him, his cold eyes fell motionlessly on the side beside him - Yang Fengyu.

"Tian Yuyang" who was suddenly called was taken aback for a moment, and met Qin Fangcong who happened to be looking over, and heard him say: "The class represents the exception."

what the hell.

Qin Fangcong ignored the discussion in the audience, took off his glasses, and lowered his head to pack his things.

Yang Fengyu took off his hat and put it on Tian Yuyang's head: "Class representative, remember to add the handsome professor's WeChat account."

"That won't work!" Tian Yuyang threw the hat back, "I beg you, Father Coconut, just this one time, please help me."

Yang Fengyu tried his best to maintain a smile, straightened the hat on his head, and was about to refuse when Qin Fangcong coughed lightly.

Yang Fengyu looked at the stage, and suddenly the alarm bell rang, and he saw him raise his hand, pointing in his direction: "This lesson is over here, you, come up."

This time it was no longer shouting "Tian Yuyang".

In the whole classroom, only Yang Fengyu and Qin Fangcong looked at each other.

The direction Qin Fangcong pointed at was even more unbiased. No matter from which angle you looked at it, he was referring to Yang Fengyu.

Grandma, he really raised an unfilial son.