The old professor stayed.

The students in the entire classroom are also staying.

Yu Chu stunned slightly, then quickly reached out to pull the man's wrist, holding the string of ancient beads, want to pull people back and sit down.

"That was all a thousand years ago," she whispered. "I don't know anything about future generations. Don't worry about them... know?"

She deliberately read the other person's words.

Xu deep coveted, the silver hair fell slightly with his movements, the young woman showed a smile on his delicate face, raised his hand and touched her head, and the clear eyes looked at the professor, not too slow: "Xu Shen knows if you know I am afraid that he will be very angry if he misunderstands him."

The old professor helped the glasses.

He always feels that this person's temperament is familiar.

Looking at it now, how do you feel that the youthfulness of this young man is a bit like that of Mr. Xu in the painting?

Gives a feeling of indifference

He was not angry at all. He asked: "So, this classmate, what do you mean by Mr. Xu?"

Xu Shen did not move his fingertips, his posture was stable, and he answered: "Since he knows that his character is weak, then he is impatient to deal with others, isn't it normal?"

He glanced at the painting on the projection. Young people in white and women with affection...

The indifferent voice continued: "Xu Shen lived in the Buddhist temple at that time. The mansion has been empty for a few years. It is not his home. How does he know who is going to pass?"

Next to the Yu Chu laughed.

The scene where Mr. Xu defended himself was really funny. Later generations did not know the specifics of the millennium, so the brain made up a lot of things, and as a result, the brains made up of the brains made the Lord feel unhappy.

The old professor pushed the glasses, some doubts, and looked at the young man and asked: "How do you know that he has not returned to the government for a few years? The things in the history of the millennium can only be said about it. What's more, Mr. Xu is mysterious, whereabouts, who is also I can't accurately tell his whereabouts."

Yu Chu wants to laugh more.

Mr. Xu himself said that his past is of course true. As a result, others still don't believe it.

Xu Shen’s expression has not changed, and he coveted the Buddha beads. He said: “I don’t know anyone else, but if you talk about Xu Shen, he is the chief examiner in the foggy province at the age of 20, and in the following years, the Buddhist temple was raised in the foggy province. It’s his handwriting. How did he return to the capital city for a few years?”

The old professor stunned.

"The essays of the Buddhist temples are the writings that Xu Shen created." The youth continued to swallow, and the bright dawn of the students swept away the stunned students. "It is enough to prove that the Buddhist temple was built by him. As for the capital of the capital, preserved. The Xu Shen manuscript has a date, the earliest is three years ago. He has not returned since the house."

The whole classroom was silent.

The young people of Qingya have slowed down their tone slightly and said carelessly: "I am not arguing with you, but Xu Shen and the Queen have nothing to do with it."

He never went back to the house.

Where do you know that the Queen is always there?

I was mistaken by the later generations, that is his connivance to the Queen. The facts are just like what he said, not connivance, not the default, but just annoyed with endless entanglement, just leaving the capital.

Later generations don't know how to distort him.

Mr. Xu said that he was very upset.

After the lecture, Yu Chu took people out.

The students in the corridor were wide-eyed and looked at the silver-haired beauty. Yu Chu feels that he has to get used to it sooner or later.

The old professor who lectured came over to them.

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There is still in the early hours. More weekends will be more. I am not sure about the specifics, but I have to listen to it first.