Only in An Ke's smirking eyes did a hint of doubt appear.
New rules? I didn't know that.
Ren Yan did not doubt him and after answering, he dodged the middle-aged teacher.
The middle-aged teacher suddenly became anxious and quickly winked at another young female teacher next to him.
The young female teacher understood what he meant and immediately stood in front of Ren Yan.
"Is there something?" Ren Yan asked.
The female teacher was speechless for a moment. After a moment of stalemate, she stroked her hair and said, "Teacher Ren, do you think my hair looks good today?"
Ren Yan was speechless.
What kind of a fucking question is this? I'm not your boyfriend. Is it really appropriate for you to ask this? !
However, despite being helpless, adhering to the principle of harmonious coexistence among colleagues, Ren Yan still gave an answer:
"Generally, I think your face shape is more suitable for short hair. Now these big waves make you look too..." Ren Yan hesitated: "Too mature."
Originally he wanted to say old, but that would be too straightforward, and he was afraid that the young woman in front of him might be mentally unstable.
"Is...is that so?" The female teacher's face turned red for no reason.
Ren Yan nodded politely and moved away again, but at the moment he moved away, he was grabbed by the female teacher again.
"Teacher Ren...that..."
At this point, Ren Yan couldn't help it: "Hey everyone, what's going on today? Why are you all so abnormal?"
"And you, Anke, why are you laughing so secretly? Is there something dirty on my face?"
"How could I..." An Ke pouted and fought back.
Other teachers seemed a little hesitant.
Ren Yan rubbed his forehead and said, "If you have something to say, just tell me. There's no need to hide it. If I, Ren Yan, have offended you in any way, I will just say it directly."
"No, no, Mr. Ren, please don't misunderstand." The teachers quickly waved their hands to deny it.
"What's going on with those people?" Ren Yan frowned slightly.
He had no idea what was wrong with these people.
At this time, a male teacher hesitantly replied: "Well, Mr. Ren, how would you feel if someone touched your things without your consent?"
"Of course he is a little angry, but the more specific reason depends on it. If he is very malicious, then blood will be splattered within five steps." Ren Yan said without hesitation.
"What if it's a behavior based on biological instinct?" the young teacher asked again. All the teachers' eyes immediately lit up and they stared at Ren Yan.
"Biological instinct? Is it the kind of uncontrollable impulse? If it doesn't cause any harm, I would probably forgive it. For example, if someone is so thirsty that he drinks my water, then it's not a big deal." Ren Yan replied.
"Oh, so this is how Teacher Ren sees it. You are such a kind person." The young teacher smiled, then sat back as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
The other teachers secretly gave the young man a thumbs-up.
Then they all returned to their seats, leaving the aisle free for Ren Yan.
Ren Yan looked at a few people in confusion, shook his head, and returned to his seat.
Then he was a little confused. Why was his lunch box closed?
He remembered that he threw it on the table so openly when he left.
Did I remember it wrong?
With a hint of doubt, Ren Yan opened the lunch box again.
Then, his pupils gradually dilated, and an indescribable sense of loss arose, accompanied by a hint of confusion and anger.
"Where's my fucking lunch?!!!"
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