After this headline appeared, Yu Chu sat in the back row and wanted to laugh a little.
She propped her forehead and glanced at the beauty beside her, wanting to see the expression on his face.
But the beauty was very calm. The prayer beads on his wrist touched the table, and a pen between his fingers twirled. The black pen cap lined the white fingers, with well-defined joints.
The students in the front row were whispering and couldn't help but look back. The beauty is picturesque, like a banished fairy, as if she came out of a cartoon.
The old professor in the front row said: "Students, today I will take you to meet Mr. Xu."
If it was the past, many people would always listen to Xu Zhiheng's lectures, because this great man has many legends, and many of his stories are worth listening to.
But today's classroom is a little commotion.
The old professor felt a little strange, put on his glasses and scanned around, and saw Xu Shen in the back row at a glance.
A slender and gentle young man with an excellent temperament, his silver-white hair has a dreamlike beauty.
The old professor froze for a moment, then frowned seriously, "The student in the back row, stand up."
Yu Chu elbowed Xu Shen beside him, and said in a low voice, "The teacher is calling you."
Xu Shen nodded, stood up from his seat, and quietly looked ahead with his black and white eyes.
The old professor paused inexplicably.
He didn't see the man's face clearly at first, but only saw the silver hair, and wanted to cry out to criticize education. How could students dye their hair at will when they entered the classroom
But when he met this student at this time, he felt inexplicably that the other party's temperament was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Moreover, his silver hair seemed to be natural, and it matched very well against his fair to transparent skin, as well as his incredibly delicate and beautiful facial features.
The other party looked at him with those ink-stained eyes, showing no emotion, just gentle and elegant.
So, the old professor paused inexplicably when he criticized education, and changed his stern tone into a kind one: "Student, look at the face, didn't you come from this major before?"
Yu Chu thought to himself, zombie beauties are not from this era, so it is inevitable that they do not know what the old professor is talking about.
She quickly wrote a note, pushed it over, and motioned Xu Shen to read it according to it.
The silver-haired youth glanced down.
The note said: "I came with a friend."
He paused slightly, looked up at the old professor on the podium, slightly curled his light lips, and smiled.
The young man's voice was gentle.
"Well, I'm here with my girlfriend."
The entire lecture hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the girl next to her.
Yu Chu: "..." When did Mr. Xu learn the word girlfriend
She met everyone's gaze, so she could only smile, and quickly pulled them back.
The old professor smiled openly, "It's not impossible to accompany your girlfriend, it's good to hear more about history."
Xu Shen's gaze stopped on the projection, and when he saw the title of the courseware, he paused for a moment before humming.
Yu Chu glanced at him.
I don't know what it feels like to watch future generations study themselves. And it was an old professor with gray hair who told about Mr. Xu's beauty and gossip...
This class is indeed about the life of Xu Zhiheng.
Among them, Mr. Xu's romantic rumors in history are indispensable, that is, the more ambiguous ones.
The old professor tapped on the projection, "Most people know this paragraph, the Queen of the Western Regions..."