Bai Yan's face turned red, and she couldn't avoid it, so she could only let him hold her.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the classroom door.

Everyone looked and saw Tan Hean, wearing a high-end windbreaker, standing at the door.

Teacher Wei smiled and waved at him, "Mr. Tan, you are late."

He also introduced, "The Cambridge English textbooks used in the last movie and this time were all provided by Mr. Tan. So I specially invited him to come and watch the mobilization meeting today."

Teacher Wei led him in. Tan Hean was also a regular customer of the team.

Since they knew each other, they all stood up and greeted each other.

"Chief Engineer Meng is so busy, but he actually came to attend the exchange class?" Tan Hean shook hands with him. "It's beyond my expectation."

Meng Hechuan smiled, "It was also beyond my expectation to see Chief Engineer Tan again and again in the team."

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...

Tan Hean let go of his hand, realizing that Meng Hechuan had ill intentions.

Meng Hechuan is considered a leader in the aerospace research industry.

He is young but holds a high position and has a first-class family background. Looking at the current situation, the domestic aviation industry needs to rely on his opinions.

Besides, the Aerospace Brigade was his territory, and the exchange class was also for selecting talents, so it was not appropriate for Tan Hean to argue with him about some meaningless nonsense.

"I'm late today, and I'm not the main character, so don't steal the limelight."

Tan Hean nodded towards Bai Yan on the stage, "Hello, Miss Bai Yan, long time no see."

After parting at the bookstore, Bai Yan never saw Tan Hean again.

I don't know why the way he addressed himself changed from comrade to miss.

"Hello, Chief Engineer Tan."

Tan Hean's smile towards Bai Yan was a little more sincere. "I dare not call myself Chief Engineer in front of Chief Engineer Meng. Miss Bai Yan, you should just call me by my name."

Meng Hechuan raised his eyelids.

Bai Yan stood on the podium, looking at their sly smiles, and felt herself sweating all over her forehead.

She doesn't want to be cannon fodder in the fight between the protagonist and the supporting characters.

"Hello, Mr. Tan." After thinking for a long time, she compromised on a title.

Tan Hean didn't care.

Wei Wei took him to sit next to Meng Hechuan.

The atmosphere between the two was obviously not harmonious, and they each crossed their legs.

Wei Wei gave the materials to Bai Yan and asked her to distribute them to the two people who were seated.

Upon hearing this, the two men in front of her looked up at the same time, staring at her with meaningful eyes.

Bai Yan was holding the promotional leaflets and other materials, and cold sweat moved from her crown to her spine.

One is her current "boss" and the other will be her future "big boss".

You can't afford to offend anyone.

The distance from the podium to the table was less than one meter, and it took Bai Yan dozens of seconds to move.

"Chief Engineer Meng..." After thinking for a moment, Bai Yan looked at him for help as if showing weakness.

The corners of Meng Hechuan's lips curled up unconsciously.

"Bai Yan, Chief Engineer Tan is the guest and the sponsor of your exchange class, so give it to him first." Meng Hechuan said as a matter of course, stood up and took the materials for Bai Yan, and placed them casually in front of Tan Hean's desk.

Tan Hean glanced at her and smiled, "Thank you, Miss Bai Yan."

Bai Yan forced a smile, took a deep breath, turned back to the podium, and escaped from the man's Shura field.

She pinched her eyebrows and forced herself to focus on the blackboard.

With the chalk in his slender fingers, he carefully wrote down the precautions for the exchange class.

Meng Hechuan sat in the first row, leaning slightly back, obviously maintaining social distance from Tan Hean.

His right hand was placed on the table in the back row, and his dark eyes were staring at the figure in front of him.

She sent quite a few clothes to 306, but she always wore the same shirts that were washed so hard that they turned white.

Bai Yan is very thin, but not the kind that is bony. Instead, she has a cool and frosty cleanness.

Under the single piece of clothing, her butterfly bones on the back are clearly visible and her waist is particularly thin.

As if it could be held in one hand.

Meng Hechuan's throat was still churning, and his thumb gently stroked it, the delicate feeling from before still lingering on his fingertips.

He was wondering absentmindedly what she would look like if she wore the dress he gave her today.

After Bai Yan finished writing, she turned away from the blackboard.

My eyes met with the man opposite me.

The eyes met, it was too hot.

Bai Yan felt that the temperature of her cheeks had risen a lot.

She lowered her head and tugged at the buttons on her collar. She didn't even notice that her collarbone was covered in a pink and white stain.

Meng Hechuan glanced over and his eyes just happened to fall on that shiny white area.

The twisting fingers suddenly stopped moving.

He suddenly remembered the dream he had once had in the jeep.

The blood surged in his body and his two fists clenched unconsciously, forcing out the blue veins on the inside of his arms.

Now not only Bai Yan, but even Chief Engineer Meng felt that the temperature in the classroom seemed to be rising steadily.

He unconsciously raised his head and unbuttoned his collar.

Tan Hean glanced sideways and said nothing.

"Yan, you wrote it wrong here."

Wei Wei took out the grid notebook that Bai Yan had written and pointed it out to Bai Yan: "You missed a sentence about the types of grammar, and here, you also wrote the class time wrong."

He took the eraser and corrected the wrong class time that Bai Yan had written.

He looked at her strangely: "Yan, although we have not known each other for long, you are rarely so careless."

Bai Yan checked it again and found that she was indeed wrong, so she apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay. You look a little tired. Did you talk too much this afternoon?"

Wei Wei then handed the grid-shaped notebook to other teachers and asked them to help distribute it.

He looked at Bai Yan worriedly: "Your face is so red, is the radiator in the room too hot? Today is just a mobilization meeting, and there is not much content in the course. Do you want to go back and rest first?"

Bai Yan tucked her hair behind her ears and temporarily put aside her inexplicable thoughts.

She smiled and said, "I'm fine, Teacher Wei, we wasted a lot of time during the selection process, shall we start as soon as possible?"

Wei Wei nodded in agreement.

In order to highlight the future theme of the exchange class, even though Wei Wei spoke fluent Chinese, he still spoke in English at the mobilization meeting.

Bai Yan naturally took on the job of simultaneous interpretation.

In later life, she participated in countless large-scale conference interpretation, and this kind of spoken language scene was not difficult for her at all.

But for her it was a small matter, but in the eyes of others it was both novel and admirable.

Except for Meng Hechuan and Lu Jili, who had seen such interpreters before during exchange training in the Soviet Union, the other young men were experiencing such a thing for the first time.

They watched with curiosity as Bai Yan seamlessly translated Wei Wei's previous sentence into Chinese and narrated it to them without even thinking.

Perhaps it was because she was best at the field she was best at that the coldness and aloofness on Bai Yan's face completely disappeared.

She stood at the corner of the podium so confidently and boldly, with a slight raise in the end of her voice.

The evening sun shone through the transparent window, stretching her shadow.

If the green pine is used to describe Meng Hechuan's upright posture, then the white yan is the unique bright rose standing in the wind and rain.

It has thorns, but it attracts people to take a look at its beauty.