CH 1

Tang Xu went abroad for two years, and on the seventh day after he returned, he was already standing on that three-foot podium, dedicated to watering the flowers of the motherland1

There are whispers below from restive, post-adolescent2 girls who can be aroused by handsome guys.

The major of automation has ten boys and one girl. There were sixty students in two classes sitting below, however only the faces of seven girls could be seen. Even so, the girl’s comment came one after another, scrambling into Tang Xu’s ears.

He coughed lightly, ” Alright students, be quiet. We’re in class.”

The voice was magnetic, and it’s the kind of magnetic voice that is suitable for listening to in the middle of the night and with his abstinence black shirt and the shape of faintly outlined pectoral muscles, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to describe it as a dressed up beast3.

Although Tang Xu is a teacher, he does not have a gentle and bookish image. He grew up in an army compound, and his solid body and bronzed skin tone make him look manly, which is unique in this engineering college where most teachers are slovenly.

Naturally, this sound caused the following girls to pinch each other’s thighs for a moment. Even if they can’t speak, they have to shout with their eyes— it’s too handsome!

Tang Xu said unhurriedly, “First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Tang Xu.” After that, he turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, and the two big characters were powerful just like the person himself.

He casually threw chalk on the desk and said, “I will study the course on automatic control principles with you all this semester. Automatic control principle is a very important professional course for automation majors, so for us to get along more happily before class, Let me talk about a few things that need attention in my class. Firstly, when I am teaching, you can ask questions at any time without raising your hand; just sit on your seat and say. I like vivid classes. But no whispering; if you sleep, you don’t have to come. You all are already juniors, and everyone should know what to do and what not to do in class. Furthermore, if you have any questions before the final exam, you can always come to me. Don’t contact me after the final exam, and don’t ask me for grades. Does anyone have any questions?”

A short-haired girl immediately accepted his class habits, she sat on her seat and said with a smile, “Teacher, you have to give us the contact information.”

Tang Xu smiled, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote an email address and a phone number on the blackboard. “You are welcome to ask any academic questions.”

Then, he picked up two lists: “I won’t conduct any roll call activities in the future, but the Academic Affairs Office requires regular grades, so I need to get to know everyone today and observe everyone’s class performance by myself. I also need to select a class representative.”

Hearing this, the girls below secretly tidied up their appearance, looking forward to this handsome teacher’s roll call.

Tang Xu read names one by one, and whoever was called would shout “here” and raise their hand to indicate their position. Tang Xu would look over at them and sometimes make a comment, such as praising the name.

When Tang Xu finished reading a page of the list and turned the page, he suddenly stopped. Afterward he frowned under the puzzled eyes of the class and then said, “Tang Cuo.”

In the small classroom, a boy in the penultimate row who had kept his head down raised his hand. He has fair skin and a baby face; the bones on his face are not as distinct as others, his eyes are big and his whole appearance is harmless. He looked younger than boys of the same age—not like a junior, but like a young high school student.

“Here.”

He doesn’t know if it’s because of nervousness or what, but the word trembled at the end. After the voice fell, the young man pursed his lips tightly, only glanced at the man on the podium, before lowering his head again.

Tang Xu looked at the name on the list, and his fingers tightened. He took a deep breath before looking up, and when he saw the person who was lowering his hand, he still felt a little unreal.

He doesn’t seem to have changed much, but he has grown up a little.

He withdrew his gaze and regained his composure. When he lowered his head again and was about to continue the roll call, the past of seven or eight years ago came without greeting, colliding and prevaricating with each other in his mind and In the end, there was only one scene left: thirteen-year-old Tang Cuo pulled his arm, silently crying, and looked at him with swollen eyes and begged him.

In china, the young people are often referred to as ” flower of the motherland. So he is dedicated to educated the children

the age between 18 to 21 years

Dressed-up beast (idiom) is an immoral and despicable person