After being Targeted by a Madman [PART 1]

Campus Crime 1: Future Colleagues

Campus Crime 1: Future Colleagues

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Heqing High School is one of the top three schools in the country, and many noble families come to study in this high school.

Heqing High School is very strict. Every applicant must take a test and can only be admitted after passing it. The threshold they set is also frighteningly high, so there are not many new students every year.

Several girls in purple school uniforms from Class 2-3 of Senior High School were leaning out the window, looking at the people on the basketball court not far away, and shouted excitedly, "Ahhh, the male god is so handsome!"

"Ahhh I'm dead!" Several girls kept screaming in a low voice. A boy next to them was annoyed by their noise, so he said: "Hey, you are annoying, you know?"

The girls were watching happily when they were suddenly interrupted and became a little dissatisfied.

The girl with a ponytail looked at the boy and said, "Can you please stop talking? We are enjoying the show!"

"Hey, Yibing, if you want to watch, just go to the basketball court and don't disturb us who are focused on studying, okay?" The boy with glasses said speechlessly.

The girl with a ponytail rolled her eyes and said, "You think we don't want to go, but the next class is Nun Miejue's class, so of course we don't dare to run away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bell for the next class rang.

The girl who was originally standing outside the window quickly sat back in her seat and took out a textbook from her bag, pretending to review.

"Tsk, you're really good at pretending." The man with glasses complained a few words and then took out his textbook.

The class, which was a little noisy at first, was now as quiet as a chicken. Everyone lowered their heads and read the books obediently, as if there was gold on the books.

As soon as Yang Yanjun opened the door and walked in, he saw students pretending to review their lessons. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay, stop pretending. Teacher Sun is not here today, so I will take over her class for the time being."

“Oh, great!”

"God must have heard my request today! Please make sure she doesn't come to class for a few days in a row!"

Yang Yanjun closed the door, walked to the desk and put down the textbook, and said helplessly: "You guys, Teacher Sun is a very good person, don't say that about her."

"Teacher Yang, you don't know that Teacher Sun has become a pervert. He makes us take quizzes every day. If we fail, we have to copy them a thousand times as punishment and hand them in on the same day. He's simply a devil!" A boy touched his arm, which was covered with goose bumps, and complained quickly.

With the boy starting the conversation, everyone began to talk nonstop about Teacher Sun's devilish deeds, as if they were starting a complaining conference.

Yang Yanjun raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, so he had to interrupt and said, "Okay, let's go to class first. As for the complaints about Teacher Sun, let's put them aside for now, okay?"

"Okay, whatever Teacher Yang says." The girl with a crazy face said quickly.

Yang Yanjun felt helpless and had to pick up the textbook and turn the page.

Yang Yanjun teaches history. His voice is gentle, like the warm sunshine in the spring breeze, but he occasionally inserts some humor into it, which makes the class less boring.

Yang Yanjun looks feminine but masculine. His eyes are curved like the moon, as if he was born with a smile. His eyes are slightly curved upwards, which adds a bit of charm. His lips are slightly pink and moist, which makes them look suitable for kissing.

Yang Yanjun has a thin figure, and looks particularly frail in a white shirt, while the black tights show off his round and plump buttocks, with a pair of straight and slender legs tightly wrapped in them. With his gentle temperament, he looks like a young master from a scholarly family.

"So is there anything you don't understand?" Yang Yanjun asked softly.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

When Yang Yanjun heard the voice, he looked and saw a man with a gentle and mature face wearing rimless glasses.

Many girls gasped and couldn't help screaming in their hearts.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Yang Yanjun asked puzzledly.

"Hey, Teacher Yang, are you teaching a class?" The principal appeared from behind the man and said cheerfully.

"Principal." Yang Yanjun called out.

The principal glanced at the gossiping students, then said to Yang Yanjun, "Let's go outside and talk."

Yang Yanjun didn't understand why, but he followed him out anyway.

After Yang Yanjun closed the door, he saw the man stretched out his hand to him and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Jiang Bohan, my future colleague."