The Strongest Qi Refiner

"Guess who I am?" A voice pretending to be vigorous, but still squeamish.

"Cui Cui?" Fang Yu said without looking back.

"No, guess again." The other party replied.

"Xiao Hong?" Fang Yu said again.

"No! Guess again!" The other party's tone was obviously a little uncomfortable.

"Could it be like a flower?" Fang Yu questioned.

"Fang Yu, when did you know so many girls!?" Tang Xiaorou couldn't help it anymore and walked directly in front of Fang Yu, and asked with a frown.

Fang Yu looked up at Tang Xiaorou, without speaking.

Tang Xiaorou snorted angrily, and then asked, "Where have you been these two weeks?"

"I've traveled to the north," Fang Yu said.

"Traveling? You just ignore work just for fun? Are you not afraid that your title of visiting professor will be deprived?" Tang Xiaorou sat down beside Fang Yu and asked.

Fang Yu did not answer this question, but glanced at his watch.

It was already 2:20 in the afternoon and there were ten minutes to go to class.

Fang Yu stood up and stretched.

"Do you know that man?" Fang Yu asked.

"Who?" Tang Xiaorou followed Fang Yu's gaze and saw He Chenchen, who was surrounded by countless girls in front of him, her face changed slightly, and she said, "I know him. His name is He Chenchen. He is a freshman in a few colleges. He is very popular among girls. Famous, the girls in my class discuss him every day..."

Fang Yu nodded, and then asked: "Do you know his family background?"

"...I heard from a female classmate in the class that he came from a mysterious family in Huaibei, but some people said he was just an ordinary student..." Tang Xiaorou rubbed her face and said.

"Okay, back to the classroom for class." Fang Yu glanced at He Chenchen on the basketball court again, turned and walked to the teaching building.

Tang Xiaorou hurriedly followed Shangyu Yu and asked, "Fang Yu, why are you asking so much about He Chenchen? He is not a student of the College of Arts."

"Nothing, just curiosity." Fang Yu replied.

Tang Xiaorou's beautiful eyes were full of suspiciousness, she looked at Fang Yu for several seconds before she retracted her gaze.

The two went upstairs together and came to the classroom.

When Fang Yu was in class for the first time, the classroom was overcrowded, and many students still stood in the open space behind the classroom to listen to the class, which was quite popular.

But when I came to the classroom this time, it was much deserted.

The large lecture halls that can accommodate two hundred people only sit less than one-third, and they are scattered.

"The professor who took the class for you was called the devil's head by the students of the College of Arts...So many students are reluctant to come to this class afterwards." Before entering the classroom, Tang Xiaorou whispered to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu nodded, his face unchanged.

When he came to be a visiting professor, he didn't really want to teach students, but he hadn't tried this profession before, and it felt a bit new.

There is no difference between the number of students and the class.

After entering the classroom, Tang Xiaorou walked to the seats and sat in the first row.

Fang Yu walked to the podium.

The students in the seats were either chatting with each other or playing with their mobile phones. No one noticed Fang Yu's arrival.

"bell……"

It was not until the bell rang that the group of students looked up.

Seeing Fang Yu on the podium, his expression changed.

"Isn't this the previous Professor Fang? Didn't it mean that he has resigned? Why did he come back?"

"Yes, why did Professor Fang come back?"

"Damn! The devil is finally gone! It's dawn brothers!"

Most of the students who took the first class have a good impression of Fang Yu.

Especially after the female devil came to replace the class, it formed a sharp contrast.

Many students cheered.

At this time, half of the classroom was seated, about a hundred people.

Fang Yu cleared his throat and was about to speak.

"Kakka..."

At this time, there was a crisp sound of high heels from the front door of the classroom.

A middle-aged woman, about 40 or 50 years old, walked in through the door.

She glanced at the students in the classroom and then at Fang Yu.

With a slightly mean face, he immediately became gloomy and walked quickly towards the podium.

After this woman appeared, the noisy classroom immediately quieted down.

Why is the devil here?

The students looked puzzled.

"Which class are you in? Why don't you return to your seat after class? What are you doing here?" The woman walked to Fang Yu's body, her head covering her face was a series of questions.

"I'm Fang Yu, I took this course before, didn't Guo Gang tell you?" Fang Yu said with a calm face.

"Fang Yu? Are you the visiting professor?" the woman asked with her eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I left Huaibei because of some things two weeks ago, and I am coming back now..." Fang Yu explained.

"I don't care who you are, I haven't received any notice, this class should be taken by me, I don't want to be deducted full attendance!" the woman said.

Seeing this woman's domineering appearance, Fang Yu frowned.

Did Guo Gang really not notify me? Does he still take this class?

"What's your name?" Fang Yu asked.

"I'm Mo Juan." The woman replied.

"Are you a teacher at the College of Arts?" Fang Yu asked again.

"Of course, I have been working at Nandu University for almost ten years!" Mo Juan replied impatiently, "Ask after you have any questions, don't delay students in class!"

"You are from the College of Arts, so why didn't I see you when the College of Arts met before?" Fang Yu asked again.

Mo Juan's face twitched slightly.

This question is poking her heart.

Only the faculty and staff with the title of associate professor or above can attend the meeting held by the School of Liberal Arts.

She has worked at Nandu University for ten years and suffers bad reviews from students every year.

Therefore, even if the veteran is in a senior position, she still cannot be promoted, and she is only a lecturer and is not eligible to participate in the teaching and research conference of the Faculty of Arts.

"You are an external guest professor who has been absent from class for two consecutive weeks. The teaching team is already considering firing you. Why are you saying so much? Leave quickly, don't hinder me from class!" Mo Juan said sharply.

At this time, the students sitting in the classroom were all sweating for Fang Yu in silence.

The main reason why Mo Juan was nicknamed "The Devil" was her attitude.

Except when facing her superiors, she always wore a mean and stinky face, and saw who was wrong.

If she is in a bad mood, she can even write down the names of more than a dozen students between classes and hand them in for punishment.

The students complained constantly and tried their best to complain to her every year.

But her husband is a senior at the school, and no matter how complaints are made, it's no use.

Now Fang Yu is arguing with Mo Juan...Fang Yu is most likely to suffer.

On the podium, Fang Yu looked at Mo Juan with an angry face~www.ltnovel.com~ There was a smile on her face.

He didn't want to argue with Mo Juan, but Mo Juan's attitude was really bad, so there was no way.

"I received a call from Guo Gang from the Personnel Department this morning, and he asked me to come back to class. As for whether he notified you, I can't control it." Fang Yu smiled.

Fang Yu's smile completely aroused the anger in Mo Juan's heart.

The title is not as good as a young man who has just graduated, but this young man does not give her any face!

"I said he didn't notify, he just didn't notify! You are arguing with me here, just wasting the students' time! You think carefully!" Mo Juan stared at Fang Yu and said.

"I'll let Guo Gang come over and listen to what he says." Fang Yu said.

"The personnel department is just a shit! I only listen to the arrangements of the teaching group of the College of Arts!" Mo Juan said unceremoniously.

Fang Yu ignored Mo Juan's words and sent a text message to Guo Gang.

Mo Juan threw the book in her hand onto the table, and then stood still.

Since it doesn't give me face, it's wasting!

To waste a class of students in this form, see how the teaching team of the Faculty of Arts will punish you!

Mo Juan sneered in her heart.

Fang Yu smiled lightly, watching Mo Juan not speaking.

About five minutes later, Guo Gang hurried in from outside the classroom.

"Teacher Mo, Professor Fang, good afternoon." Guo Gang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then handed a blank sheet of paper.

"I said, I don't care about any arrangements made by your personnel department, I only listen to the College of Arts!" Mo Juan said without looking at the piece of paper.

"Mr. Mo, this is the course notice issued by the College of Arts this morning... The teaching secretary has sent the message to your mobile phone and email..." Guo Gang said.