"I graduated from King's College, University of London, and I will spend a whole semester with you. You can call me a teacher or you can call me Gu Pingsheng directly." Photographed in, holding the faint figure "I can't hear the sound. If you ask questions, please face me, I will look at your mouth and eyes, and read your words."
The voice is soft, clear and gentle.
Everyone looked at him regretfully, and even their breath eased.
King's College, University of London, the top three law schools in the UK.
Before this teacher Gu came, all the teachers in the law school were not meticulously dressed in full-length suits from Waseda, Japan, or Yale with upper-body suits, jumbled jeans and sneakers underneath, and PhDs returning from the United States.
University of London? This is the first one.
All junior courses of law school have been converted to international law teaching in English. Many people are looking forward to the only teacher who returned from London, who is personable, elegant and modest, or gentle and elegant. Unexpectedly, his appearance was a bit surprising.
His posture holding the chalk is very beautiful, it looks like a doctor holding a scalpel, of course the kind of doctor who is beautified in TV dramas. Very young, unexpectedly young. I wear a soft and elegant white shirt and slacks. The cuffs of the shirt are rolled up. You can still see tattoos...
I don't know, I thought it was the brother who went to the wrong door in the School of Architecture.
He seemed to notice everyone's regrets, but loosened his tie casually.
Then... I lowered my head, took off my tie, and unbuttoned the shirt collar: "This semester I am in charge of your "International Commercial Arbitration Law", a very simple course. English teaching, if anyone who doesn't understand it, you can raise your hand at any time. Interrupt me," he seemed to have a smile on his face, and it didn't seem to be clearly distinguishable, "remember, you have to raise your hand. It's useless to interrupt aloud."
Someone whispered: "I bet he is only in his twenties."
The voice is not soft, everyone is thoughtful.
"In my class, you can whisper," he actually saw it, "but I should all be able to see it. Can I call the roster first?" He smiled.
The eyes were calm and focused on all the people, so the eyes made a group of girls want to avoid.
But immediately it occurred to him that he needed to see the shape of his mouth. Almost everyone without exception, obediently looked at the direction of the podium.
After Gu Pingsheng said these words, he lowered his head slightly: "I will call your name once, and you can ask me a question when you are called."
"Zhao Qing."
"Teacher," a girl stood up in the front row, "what is your tattoo?"
He smiled slightly and said, "A woman's name." He stopped reading the roster, and continued to roll his name, "Li Dongyang."
The boy in the back row of the classroom smiled and stood up: "Teacher, is it your first woman's name?"
He lowered his head and looked at the next name: "No, it's my mother's name."
It was quiet all around, probably because of the taboos of others.
He didn't care, and continued: "Wang Xiaoru."
"Teacher, the teachers in our college are all Ph.Ds. Are you too? You are very young."
"Yes."
"Zhao Xin."
"Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?"
The crowd was in an uproar. The question was their monitor. The question was... He was a man.
The monitor cleared his throat: "Teacher, I was forced."
A few girls behind him were filled with righteous indignation and buried their heads collectively.
He smiled, picked up the roster from the podium and put it on his arm: "No."
Everyone burst into laughter and talked buzzingly.
As a result, because of the start of the squad leader, everyone began to deliberately lead in their own direction. Trying out his personal travels, what happened to King's College, he answered every question very cooperatively, and occasionally extended a lot of interesting stories, which made people enjoy it very much. In fact, he didn't know that the combination of these seemingly ordinary problems was that the gentleman in front of him had a very good family, which was simply perfect.
Can't hear people talking? Great advantage.
In this way, as long as he talks to you, he seems to be affectionate and focused, just looking at you.
"God, is there a rule in our college that prohibits teacher-student relationship?" The person who had just been spotted sat down and murmured in a low voice.
He paused suddenly, raised his head and swept across the classroom: "Tong Yan."
In the last row of the classroom, a girl stood up: "Teacher, are you from the north?"
Since Tong Yan entered the classroom just now, he couldn't help himself. His face is so familiar, it looks like a person, but that person should have studied heart surgery, and he is not deaf at all. But if not, why does it look so alike, even the dimple on the right when you smile slightly.
He smiled silently, making everyone a little inexplicable, and finally nodded and said, "Yes."
It really was him.
In fact, they only met once, but they remembered each other's names.
In the emergency room that night, he was particularly eye-catching in a white coat, but it was a pity that he was not so gentle.