When Wenshan entered the office and turned on her computer to log into Professor Yin's system to sign class labels, Ding Junhui had already entered.
"Wenshan."
Wen Shan raised her head and looked at Ding Junhui.
"Don't sign." Ding Junhui reached out and held Wenshan's wrist, and said with a bit of excitement: "Sign your own class label."
Wenshan retracted her wrist, "Then the old guy won't kill me?"
"Didn't you see Secretary Yu and the others passing by during class?"
"Secretary Yu? I saw you from a distance during the opening ceremony, but I don't know you." Wenshan leaned back in her chair, thinking about what happened in class just now, "But during the second class, there were a few leaders standing at the door. After a while, is that Secretary Yu?"
When Wenshan was talking, Ding Junhui had already opened the school's official website for her, "Look clearly, real-time class recording starts from your School of Physics. That means that from now on, there will be dedicated people to record class time."
"Ah—" Wen Shan took one look, jumped up, and held Ding Junhui's arm with both hands, "So, this class is still mine, right?"
Ding Junhui nodded vigorously.
"That's great, that's great, Teacher Ding, thank you, thank you." Wenshan said excitedly, then she suddenly stopped when she lowered her head to exit the system, "What do you think if I signed up with Professor Yin?" His name, will he be punished?"
"Don't be a monster, not only the professor will be punished, you will be punished too."
"Then I'm just a soldier. I definitely can't squeeze the professor's thigh."
"Do you think the school will take action on you or the professor?"
"Forget it." Wenshan thought for a while, looked down at her little arms and legs, and decided not to hit the school's thick arms and legs.
Therefore, when Nalan Chunbo was waiting to use this wave to sound the alarm to Professor Yin, what he saw was Wenshan signing her name.
Great, that's great!
Downstairs, Wenshan kept her classes, was in a good mood, and walked lightly, "Teacher Ding, thank you for today's events, I'll treat you to dinner."
"I want to thank you for going to the school. You are lucky and have good policies." Ding Junhui said with a smile. When the bicycle passed behind Wenshan, he reached out and took Wenshan's wrist: "Be careful. Son."
After the bicycle passed, a sports car also drove past quickly.
Wenshan groaned and took a step back, "Who are you driving so fast in school?"
"Let's go." Ding Junhui signaled that she could go.
Nalan Chunbo drove the car very fast, drove a short distance and suddenly stopped. He could still see two people leaving side by side in the rearview mirror.
Wenshan didn't know what the dancing girl was saying, but Nalan Chunbo could tell that she was very happy now.
Nalan Chunbo held the steering wheel tightly, and even his breathing became tighter.
The anger was followed by overwhelming distress, which almost buried his entire being.
After the pain was over, Nalan Chunbo started the car again and left the school.
Because he had to go to Gu's house for dinner at noon, which was what he promised Wenjie.
After Nalan Chunbo arrived at Gu Yuan, Xixi was the first one to come out. After more than a week of acupuncture treatment, her mood improved a lot, so she was the first to come out and hug her uncle.
Ye Yuwei leaned against the door and looked at the man who came in, "I asked you to come over this morning to do something at school. What is it?"