novelraw Chapter 689 Male God Professor: Unqualified, Rewrite
Chapter 689 Male God Professor: Unqualified, Rewrite
Chapter 689 Male God Professor: Unqualified, Rewrite
Every time I heard them talk about the god-like professor.
What appeared in her mind was the figure of that man.
That was the first time she deeply realized what it meant to be peerless...
Totally, it doesn't look like someone who lives anywhere in the world.
If there is really a god-like figure in the world.
That's all there is to it.
Thinking of that day, the overwhelming shock and sadness flowed out of his eyes in an instant.
The girl lowered her eyes, but there was something deep in her empty but extremely beautiful eyes, with a few wisps of unknown emotions floating there.
"What did that professor do to you?" Daixi asked curiously at this time, what could make the young master Huangfu torment like this?
"Don't mention it..." Huangfu Xi looked hopeless.
His eyes were filled with darkness.
The dark circles and bags under the eyes reveal the deep fatigue of the young master Huangfu...
Thoughts slowly returned to that day.
It was a sunny afternoon.
After the neuropathy professor asked him to write a self-criticism, other than being upset, his elder and young master didn't take this matter to heart at all. When he returned home, he still easily dealt with the "greetings" from his parents, three aunts and six grandmothers. Let it go.
How can a mere review letter shake Huangfu Xi's position in the family.
He didn't write hundreds of words until the next day when he thought about it when school was almost over, and called a little guy to take it to the professor's office.
After a while, the little guy came back.
Say something to him: "The professor asked you to go there in person."
Huangfu Xi was puzzled at first, he had already written the self-criticism of his elder and young master, why did he ask him to go there?
Could it be that the professor thought it was the younger brother who took it, not himself, so he felt insincere?
This group of professors just like to engage in these neurotic things, so they must respect you, blah blah blah.
It would be disrespectful for him not to run errands by himself.
Huangfu wished to be slandered, but in the spirit of being a good student, he went to the office no matter how lazy he was.
I saw the teacher who was still handsome and handsome after a day.
At that time, he was sitting on an office chair, looking down at an archaeological book, which was as beautiful as an ancient scroll under the light.
I don't know if it's because of his presence that the office is much quieter than usual.
Huangfu Xi saw that his self-criticism was casually thrown aside.
The sharp eyes also spotted a few simple and restrained envelopes next to the review.
But who is the young master Huangfu? One can tell at a glance that those envelopes are definitely not serious.
The teachers of Saint Laurent also wrote love letters, but most of them were relatively rare and obscure, and the envelopes they used were also calm, serious and artistic.
It looked like a letter about serious business.
He can guarantee that it is definitely a love poem written by other female teachers and professors...
This is called the beast who came to class on the first day and is so popular?
Huangfu Xi couldn't help complaining when she saw it. It turns out that the female teachers also look at their faces.
When Huangfuxi came to the picturesque man in the office, he was the first to speak: "Calling the beast, what do you want from me?"
He was a very calm person.
In any case, he rarely spoke.
But in front of this man, for some reason, the tempo is always a little off.
It may be that the feeling the other party gave him was too deep and unfathomable.
Make him more impetuous.
The professor, who was as noble and cold as a god, didn't raise his head when he heard his words.
Instead, he continued to look down at the book, turning a blind eye.
For 3 full minutes, he didn't say a word.
At that time, Huangfuxi felt that if he was to hold his breath, no one could compare to this man.
But he couldn't help curling his lips, wondering what would happen if Yun Ruoge confronted him.
A paralyzed and indifferent girl meets a deep and elegant male professor...
He felt that the two of them could sit face to face for two years without expressing a word...
It's been a long time.
When Huangfu Xi couldn't hold back anymore.
Only then did he hear his nice and deep voice, and said in a neutral tone, "Sit down."
Huangfu Xi: "..."! ! !
What the hell are you waiting for me for so long just to let me sit down?
Que???
"No need, the professor has something to say."
Huangfuxi looked warily at the man sitting at the desk who hadn't looked up yet.
This man made him feel too dangerous.
Especially those narrow, long and cold eyes, as if arrogant and noble, yet deep and vast like the sea.
Every time he saw him, Huangfu Xi subconsciously raised his vigilance.
I was afraid that a sharp knife would pop out of the stool he was sitting on later and explode his chrysanthemum...
The handsome and picturesque man pondered for a while.
With her slender and perfect fingertips, she picked up the self-criticism book that was put aside.
Throw it in Huangfuxi's direction.
Huangfuxi caught it subconsciously.
Before there was any reaction, he saw his thin lips parted slightly, and said two words: "Rewrite."
"What, what?"
"Rewrite." The man didn't even look at him, his eyes still fell on the writing, and his tone was very light, "This job is not qualified."
Huangfu Xi: "...!!!" Oh shit!
Failed?
Damn, are you sure you're not messing with me?
He couldn't help but speak: "Professor..."
"Do you have any objections?" The man raised his head at this moment, without changing his face, and looked at him quietly.
Those cold eyes, coupled with a calm posture.
Seeing it inexplicably, Huangfu Xi was flustered.
I don't know where the words I wanted to hate him just now were forgotten.
Even looking into those eyes, he felt it was a kind of blasphemy, and subconsciously withdrew his eyes.
Nodding in a daze.
Then...he walked out with the self-criticism book.
He almost jumped up when he was halfway there!Why the hell is he rewriting it!
Why!
Just a professor!
Let him write the self-criticism, why should he rewrite it!The point is, why should he agree to him, the young master Huangfu!
I'm so angry!
But Huangfuxi thought after a while that everything had already happened, so he could only bite the bullet and hand in another copy.
Just in case, he specially spent a lot of money this time to ask a certain high-achieving student to write a self-criticism for him.
It is always different after spending money, so it is called a professional when it is written.
On the third day, Huangfuxi looked at the completed self-criticism in his hand. In order to prevent that perverted professor from making any more messy demands, he carefully read it twice word by word, and then nodded his chin in satisfaction.
With yesterday's lesson, he personally took it to the office this time.
When I went, the professor was still sitting in the same position as yesterday.
Maintaining the posture of yesterday, looking at the same book.
Wait for him to hand over the review paper.
The man opened it gently, and then a pair of cold and dark eyes rolled around.
Huangfuxi can guarantee that when he looks at the cliff, he can see ten lines at a glance!
After reading it, the other party put down the review book.
After a long time, I raised my head and said, "Well written."
These four words spit out from that cold voice.
Hearing it was like the sound of heaven in Huangfu's ears, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
(End of this chapter)