Xiao Lan feels very strange. Why is he familiar with Luo's current shape?

Obviously he had not attended school in such a school, nor had he seen such a teacher, but he just had an unreasonable sense of familiarity with everything in this college.

Xiao Lan's eyes locked on Luo's body almost rudely, as if in substance.

Of course, Luo also noticed his own eyes fixed on his body.

Speaking of Xiao Lan, it seems that he hasn't seen him with such a keen eye yet. Isn't his current shape very much in line with each other's intentions?

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Lan among the crowd.

There was a trace of surprise in Luo's eyes.

He did not expect that his husband would become a teenager.

The white and handsome appearance and the slightly thin but slender figure, coupled with his clear eyes, exude a unique sense of youth. I don’t know how many youths this young man will remember if he put it in his school days.

Even now, many people around him are secretly looking at him.

Seeing the new teacher's eyes looking over here, the students around Xiao Lan couldn't help whispering.

"Teacher Fello is so pretty..."

"I don't know what subject he teaches?"

"Hopefully I have his professors in my class schedule."

"It doesn't matter, if we don't, we can go to listen..."

It seems that no matter what era or background, human pursuit of good things is unchanged.

There is a person with good skin, it is quite easy to get the favor of others, and he does not need to do much. As far as students are concerned, the teacher’s course is full of expectations.

In contrast, another teacher who didn't care for him looked a bit pitiful. He touched his unshaven face, and he looked handsome!

Luo's eyes met Xiao Lan's, and he raised the corner of his lips, revealing a reserved elegant smile.

"Wow……"

"hiss……"

"My heart beats a little bit faster..."

There was a whisper of exclamation in the student group, and the eyes of this group of boys and girls were shining.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Suddenly feel a little uncomfortable?

It was as if a secret that only he knew was suddenly made public.

Although he has always understood that Luo's appearance is very good, and he can often see the amazing eyes of passers-by, but most of the players are still calm, and in their minds, nothing is more important than customs clearance.

The teenagers have no worries about the players and are in the age of youthful restlessness. The excitement on their faces can't be concealed. At this moment, these young people's eager response really let Xiao Lan realize Luo's lethality.

At this moment, the maids pushed the dining car and interrupted the slightly agitated atmosphere in the room.

The students returned to their seats, the previous excitement was swept away.

They looked numb to their plates, and their faces were as pale as they were about to go to the battlefield, just like what a big monster will appear here soon.

Originally Xiao Lan was also a little puzzled, until he saw the dinner that was placed in front of himself--

Chocolate stewed chicken head.

Coffee risotto with apples.

Tea sardines.

The color of the entire dinner was all brown, with a battered base, dotted with rotten chunks, and the only normal thing was the bread next to it.

Xiao Lan picked up the bread and tried it. The bread and the plate made a crisp percussion sound, and it was not bad to want power.

It seems that no matter where you go, the cafeteria cuisine has a unique style, and persistently strives to provoke the acceptance of the students' bottom line.

The student sitting next to Xiao Lan picked up the spoon as if he were dead.

After putting the food in his mouth, he chewed hard twice, trying to swallow it quickly.

As a result, he accidentally choked himself because of excessive movements, and rolled his eyes to the naked eye. Another classmate sitting next to him hurriedly dropped his knife and fork to pat him on the back, and finally let him relax.

Xiao Lan, who is about to eat: "..."

Is it so scary?

Anyway... there is meat, isn't it?

For Xiao Lan, who is always below the poverty line, as long as the meat is on the plate, in his world, it is only delicious, and can not be eaten.

Even if the quality of life has been improved by leaps and bounds under Luo’s care, Xiao Lan’s bottom line is still very low. This kind of meat, non-toxic, and cooked food is not an obstacle in his eyes. .

Um, isn't this delicious?

Xiao Lan took one spoon after another and ate without any burden. If he didn’t look at what was on his plate, he thought he was eating something delicious.

The curious students looked at him with admiration after seeing his dinner plate.

This new classmate is a ruthless person.

After the tormenting dinner time finally ended.

The students of Corif College still can't take a break. They still have evening classes. Unlike ordinary group work, students here are arranged separately.

Xiao Lan walked to his evening classroom according to the guidelines on his class schedule.

The content of the evening class is actually manual.

Xiao Lan checked the table. This classroom should be specially prepared for handwork. The table is equipped with measuring cups, molds, silicone spatulas, scissors, and a variety of other materials, enough to make a lot of things.

When the students all came together, the time for class finally arrived.

It was Mrs. Weld, the principal, who was in charge of the class, and Luo, who entered the classroom with her.

Mrs. Weld greeted the students gently: "Hello, kids."

"Our learning content today is handmade soap, don't worry, I will teach you how to make it step by step. In addition, Teacher Fei will temporarily help me in this class as a teaching assistant."

Luo nodded to the students, or his usual elegant style.

I also got a lot of excited eyes from the students.

In accordance with the principal's instructions, the students began the process of making handmade soap.

Mrs. Weld is really a patient and attentive teacher. Every step she explains is very detailed. Even people without any experience can follow her steps.

Even if some students have an accident, it doesn’t matter. Mrs. Welder and Lowe will help them adjust their movements, and treat the students who made mistakes with gentle words, without being impatient.

If it is in the real world, it is simply the dream teaching method of the students.

Xiao Lan is mixing fat and heated lye according to what Mrs. Weld said before.

"This classmate, you have a little problem with this step." Luo's voice sounded from his side.

Then, Xiao Lan felt that Luo already had a body temperature close to him. Although the school uniform of Cliff College was exquisite but not thick, the temperature on Luo's body was transmitted to him through the clothes.

Because of his return to fifteen, Xiao Lan's height at this time was about 170.

Originally, Luo Luo was a little taller than him, but now he was half a head taller, plus the relationship of posture, Xiao Lan turned his head to look at him, but found that his eyes could only be on the jaw of the other party's line, and slightly Lips with a smile.

Luo's hand rested on the table, and the other palm covered Xiao Lan's hand holding the measuring cup.

"At this time, let the alkaline water flow into the grease slowly, not too quickly, while stirring the solution quickly."

Luo's deep, cello-like sound rang close to Xiao Lan's ears, accompanied by the warm breath that made him feel half numb.

Xiao Lan suddenly felt that her throat was a little dry, and felt that her movements were stiff.

He felt that he was really a bit wrong recently. When keeping a normal distance with Luo, it was okay. Once he got too close, he would feel that the whole person was a little out of shape, and even felt that the form of the black cat facing Luo was better than the human form. .

Now... what is the situation?

"What's wrong? It's your turn to stir, classmates." Luo's voice faintly smiled, "Couldn't it be? Well, I'll help you."

Luo took Xiao Lan's hand to put down the measuring cup, but then put a stirring rod in Xiao Lan's palm, and once again held his hand, stirring the solution in the glass without any trouble.

Suddenly Xiao Lan felt the hot sight around him. It seemed that all the students were secretly looking at him with envious or jealous eyes.

So envious.

He must have deliberately pretended not to come to Mr. Fei!

Oh good intentions, I also want to learn.

But I still have a little envy about Teacher Fei?

These sights say so.

Xiao Lan: "..."

This is really a rare experience.

Luo kept his head down while stirring, and whispered something in Xiao Lan's ear.

In the eyes of the students, this is how to guide Xiao Lan, the scum in their eyes, how to make handmade soap, but Xiao Lan heard clearly-

"These fats come from humans."

In an instant, all kinds of unbounded thoughts went away.

Xiao Lan's eyes fell on the fats and oils as raw materials beside them. Are these extracted from humans?

He glanced at his face again as usual, still guiding the principals of the students gently. Does she know about it?

If you don’t know, who prepared these things?

If you know... are the students of the whole college at risk?

"I will use the identity of the teacher to collect clues." Luo said softly.

Xiao Lan nodded and looked like a good student: "Okay, teacher."

"You go ahead, I will see other students."

Luo's hand was finally taken away from the back of Xiao Lan's hand, and Xiao Lan could still feel the temperature of the other party on the skin. He took a slow breath and adjusted his disturbed heartbeat back to his original rhythm.

Xiao Lan was thinking about things related to the copy while stirring the solution in his hand.

Slowly, he felt more and more noisy around him.

"Teacher Fei, I don't quite understand here."

"Teacher Fei, this is so difficult, I won't do anything..."

"Oops, I overturned the solution!!! Teacher Fei saved my life!"

The whole classroom did not know when it was switched to the state of flying.

It seems that Xiao Lan and Luo's previous behaviors inspired the students. Now, as long as Luo is passing by, the students are always in a variety of ways. It seems that they are a group of kindergarten children who can do nothing.

Even the principal on the side was shocked by this posture.

Mrs. Weld touched her forehead with some annoyance, and it seemed that she needed to arrange a lesson for the popular new teacher to keep a distance from the students.