Song Yun winked at Yang Lifen again, and the two of them quickly left the classroom and caught up with Bai Qingxia who was slowly walking towards the office building.
"Mom!" Song Yun shouted and quickened her pace to catch up.
Bai Qingxia stopped, turned around and looked at her daughter who was jogging towards her. She asked with a smile, "Why are you here today?"
Song Yun took out her audience certificate and said, "I can come whenever I want to and see what this is."
Bai Qingxia took it and looked at it, surprised, "Who did it for you? Your dad?"
Song Yun shook her head. "It was Professor Zhong who arranged it for me. Didn't I tell him I wanted to learn pharmaceutical science from him? From now on, whenever I have time, I'll take his classes."
In addition to studying pharmacy, she has another goal.
In her previous life, Professor Zhong died half a year later. Although she has changed a lot now, it is hard to say that Professor Zhong's death calamity no longer exists. Moreover, he now has students. The person who killed him might be one of these two students?
So she planned to keep an eye on them, and while studying pharmaceutical science, she would also observe the personalities of these two students, so as to discover problems early, make plans early, and take preventive measures early.
Yang Lifen also caught up. It turned out that other students also caught up and wanted to ask Song Yun for advice on learning Japanese. At that time, there were some male students with ulterior motives. Seeing that Song Yun had a good appearance and temperament and spoke fluent Japanese, it was obvious that she was not a girl from an ordinary family. They had the intention of asking about her and getting closer to her. However, when they saw Song Yun and Yang Lifen standing next to Teacher Bai and talking from a distance, they immediately gave up the idea and dared not come forward again.
"Let's go to the cafeteria and have a taste of our school food. I'll go call your dad." Bai Qingxia said.
Song Yun said, "I'll go and call them. You go to the office and put your things away. We'll meet in the cafeteria later."
So Song Yun and Yang Lifen went to the History Department's office to look for Song Hao, and ended up seeing a very interesting scene.
A female student in a white shirt with floral patterns brought a lunch box and placed it on Song Hao's desk. The female student looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. The skin on her face was not very white, but a small patch of skin exposed under her neck was fair, which showed that her whole body was white. She was just tanned and had not recovered yet, but she still looked pretty, with thick pigtails, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and she looked at people with affection.
Especially now, when she put the lunch box on Song Hao's desk, her shy look made me feel pity for her.
Song Hao frowned and looked at the female student, saying sternly, "What are you doing? Bribing the teacher?"
The female student's face was slightly stiff with shyness, but she still tried to maintain her dignity. "No, Teacher Song, you misunderstood. I just think you are too tired in class. This is the osmanthus cake I brought from home. I made it myself and brought it to you specially for you to try."
Song Hao felt that this female student was mentally ill. She had inexplicably given food to a male teacher like him. What kind of rumors would spread if someone saw this? His brows furrowed even more tightly. "Take it. Don't come to the office again. Get out."
Song Hao's indifference made the female student feel very embarrassed. Her face flushed immediately. When she was about to say something, a voice came from the door, "Dad, Mom asked me to call you to go to the cafeteria to eat together. Are you done with your work here?"
As soon as Song Hao heard his daughter's voice, the coldness on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by his usual warm smile. He casually put the lesson plan into the drawer and locked it, then stood up. "I just finished my work, why are you here?" Song Hao left his desk and walked towards the door.
Xie Hua picked up the lunch box and turned to look at the door. She saw a young and beautiful girl standing at the door. She was talking to Song Hao with a smile, and occasionally glanced at her. Her eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule, which made her face feel even hotter and uncomfortable.
Xie Hua didn't dare to stay any longer. He clutched the lunch box tightly, lowered his head, and left quickly.
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