After Yan Yan got Zhuang Yiyun's class schedule, he added his class to his schedule.
Zhuang Yiyun came to the class for him. He would go whenever he had time, even though he didn't understand. Anyway, he wasn't the only one who didn't understand. He was just one of the team of people who licked Professor Zhuang's face. The only difference was that other people's licking was imagery, while his licking was realistic. Even if he didn't have time, he would pick Zhuang Yiyun up after class and wait for him at the door of the classroom.
If he has time in the evening, he will go to the R&D center with Zhuang Yiyun. Then while Zhuang Yiyun works overtime, he will read books or play games in his office.
After Valentine's Day, Yan Yan thought they would enter a period of revelry every night, after all, Zhuang Yiyun basically didn't have sex after having sex, but he didn't expect that they would enter a period of being together less and apart more. He then realized how many overtime hours Zhuang Yiyun had worked to teach at their school. From then on, he often followed Zhuang Yiyun to work overtime, and they would go home together after work at night.
Soon it was the end of the month, and in March Yan Yan was going to intern at the law firm Zhuang Yiyun had found for him. This was the last class Zhuang Yiyun had before he went, so he rushed to the classroom of the School of Pharmacy early, and as a family member of a professor, he managed to get a seat in the crowded classroom.
In the past half month, he has met many students in the School of Pharmacy, and even some of Professor Zhuang’s silly fans call him “Master’s Wife”. When he heard it for the first time, he was shocked and asked the junior student: “Does your master recognize you if you call him that?”
"I don't care. If Professor Zhuang rejects me a hundred times, I will become his disciple a hundred and one times."
Yan Yan: “…” You win.
Other classmates: “…” Don’t ask. If you ask, we just don’t know him. The class decided to expel him from the class.
That day, it was another class that he couldn't understand, so Yan Yan sat down to read his book, taking notes while reading, and using her husband's voice as background music. When Zhuang Yiyun talked about the key points, there were often voices of sudden enlightenment from students, and at this time Yan Yan would look up at him, exchange glances with him, and sometimes secretly wink.
As the get out of class was about to end, he packed up his books and prepared to leave. Zhuang Yiyun asked on the podium as usual: "Do you have any questions about today's content?"
At this time, a boy sitting in the first row immediately raised his hand.
Zhuang Yiyun didn't care and motioned for him to stand up and talk.
The boy stood up, his cheeks flushed, and he spoke shyly: "Hello, Professor Zhuang, I have a question to ask you, can I add WeChat?"
The classroom was instantly silent, everyone gasped, and turned around to look for where Yan Yan was sitting. Everyone in the school knew that Professor Zhuang and Yan Yan were a couple. They could only lick Yan Chun to admire her, but who would dare to approach her like this? And this happened in class, absolutely amazing!
Yan Yan sat in the sixth row and could only see the person's red face, which was tender, shy, delicate and well-behaved. Why did this routine look familiar, as if it was something he had played before
He crossed his arms across his chest and turned his head to ask the student next to him: "From your class?"
The people around him all shook their heads.
On the podium, Zhuang Yiyun responded coldly: "The school didn't arrange any extracurricular work for me."
The other party was just asking about WeChat under the pretext of learning, and he didn't know how to say anything else.
The other party seemed to want to say something, but his face turned red and he couldn't say it. Zhuang Yiyun picked up the book and walked down the platform, walked straight to Yan Yan and led him away. As soon as they left, everyone wanted to see the show of the student who raised his hand, but when they looked, they saw that the student had already slipped away in the chaos.