MTL - The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans-Chapter 300

Qi Yang, who was talking to Ling Chunan, only felt cold and couldn't help but fight a cold war. He lamented, "The weather seems to be getting cold."

Ling Xiaonan seems to have some feelings, looking up and blinking Han Fenglian.

Baby finally noticed him, Han Fenglian's mood immediately turned better, and then could not help but feel a little wronged, the baby actually smashed him for other men, and suddenly the sense of alignment with Yang is even worse.

Qi Yang just said that he was talking to Lingchunan. However, Lingnan did not care about him. He did not know where Han Fenglian saw Lingnan and he was talking and laughing. If you want to explain it, it can only Say: "A man who is jealous is unreasonable."

Soon the second quarter of the class began, Han Fenglian did not align Yang and Xia Lingyan to reveal any special hostility, just pumping them to answer a question, of course, the two did not answer up, it was awkward .

Chen Yue has muttered a few words since Han Fenglian entered the classroom. After that, he silently ignored him, but did not let Han Fenglian pay extra attention.

For the naive practice of men, Ling Chunan did not comment, and was leaving after class, and was suddenly stopped. "Cang Yu, come to the office with me."

Qi Yang looked at Han Fenglian and couldn't help but worry. "Cang Yu, what did Han teacher leave you to do?"

"I don't know." Ling Chunan held the book in his hand. "You should go first." Then he followed Han Fenglian out of the classroom.

Chen Yue did not say a word, it seems to be entangled, Xia Lingyan also frowned, watching Ling Chunan go with Han Fenglian, did not speak.

Until the early days of Ling and South and Han Fenglian left, Chen Yue was still struggling, "No."

"What is wrong?" Qi Yang asked because of the five senses of the skills of the Master.

"Ah." Chen Yue was shocked. "No, nothing. I just think that Teacher Han came to class on the first day today and it seems to be familiar with Cang Yu."

"Jang Yu did not get a teacher Han, I think Han teacher is a bit scary." Xia Lingyan also said.

"Mr. Han is a teacher. Although it looks serious, it certainly won't do anything to the students." Qi Yang can see it.

Han, who is now judged by the male actor to be sure that he will not do anything to the students, is putting the follow-up students behind the office door.

Three minutes later, Ling Chunan pushed away the more and more unreal color ghosts. By the way, the textbooks in his hands were also plugged in. The glasses that had been rubbed on his face were fixed, and he sat down on the chair behind the desk. "How come you are a teacher?"

This is an ordinary single-person teacher's office. There is only one desk, one computer and one chair. Ling Chunan now occupies the only chair. Han Fenglian holds the book of Ling Chunan. "I don't trust baby." Just come over and see. Just because your history teacher can't go to class, I will take a class for a while. Doesn't baby like to see me often?" This face looks good and there is still a majesty in front of outsiders.

"Oh?"

Looking at Ling Yunan’s suspicious appearance, Han Fenglian’s expression became more sincere.

"I am hungry," Ling said.

Knowing that he had passed, Han Fenglian suddenly smiled and raised his hand to start unbuttoning. "Where do you want to eat today?"

Three people are quietly looking towards the innermost office next to the safety ladder at the end of the teacher's office.

"It’s been half an hour. How did Cang Yu’s classmates still not come out?”

"Did they have already left?"

"No, Han’s office is that one. I didn’t see people coming out, would you like to knock on the door?”

These three people are Chen Yue, Qi Yang, Xia Lingyan. Qi Yang and Xia Lingyan, who were targeted in the first class, are somewhat afraid of Han Fenglian. Therefore, they are still worried about this new classmate Ling Lingnan. The month itself is a book reader. There is no such thing as Han Fenglian in her memory, so she is very curious about Han Fenglian. This is also the reason for this scene.

Qi Yang touched Chen Yue’s shoulder. “Small moon, or do you knock on the door?”

Chen Yue rolled his eyes. "I don't want to go. You come and go, and you are a boy. Can you be afraid that Han will not be a teacher?"

He is not afraid of zombies and ghosts, can he be afraid of Han teacher? Qi Yang came to the courage to think of the little devil who had succeeded in the past few days. "Then I will knock on the door."

"Wait." Xia Lingyan stopped Qiyang. "I feel that Han teacher seems to be a little waiting to see us. Do you think?"

"No, isn't he cold for everyone?" Qi Yang touched his nose and covered the flash of light in his eyes.

"Maybe I think more." Xia Ling smoked his lips. "You are going to knock on the door."

Xia Lingyan was so smashed, and the momentum of Qiyang’s gas gathering suddenly dissipated, but it was still straight and went to the office belonging to the professor of history.

Looking back at the two girls who are staring at themselves in the corner, Qi Yang confessed his fingers, "Hey."

The knocking of the door was not polite and sounded politely.

Half a minute later, the door opened, and Han Fenglian’s expressionless face appeared behind the door. “Qiyang, what's the matter?”

"Mr. Han is good, I would like to ask if Cang Yu is still here for you?" Qi Yang asked.

"He has already left." Han Fenglian replied, "Is there anything else?"

left? Qi Yang is puzzled. Han Fenglian’s door was only half open. He was tall and stood in the middle to block Qi Yang’s line of sight. He couldn’t see any other people in the room. He listened to it, except for Han Fenglian’s breathing heartbeat. There are no other people, Qi Yang Chao Han Fenglian reveals a smile. "Nothing else, thank you, Teacher Han."

"Yeah." Han Fenglian answered coldly and closed the door again.

Listening to the footsteps that gradually drifted away from the door, Ling Chunan buckled the last button and stunned the man who had a pity, and said one word: "Han teacher, it should be out of school."

Han Fenglian grievously looked at a certain part of the spirit that he had just hidden with illusion, and could not help but remember the guy who was good at him.

Qi Yang, who just walked out of the office building, made three sneezes and shuddered. It was strange that it is still September, not cold.

Han Fenglian’s office scene failed to open, but he fell in love with the name of Teacher Han. He was especially keen to let Ling Chunan call him when he was doing sports. The rising tail always made him feel crisp and uncomfortable.

For the little hobby of his own rations and lover, Ling Chunan has never refused, let alone he is comfortable, and he is too lazy to take care of him.

Although Han Fenglian became the history teacher of Lingchu Nan, in fact, the history of the Department of Archaeology is two weeks a week, so Han Fenglian did not have much time to come to the school, but despite this, he spared no effort to find Xia Lingyan and Qiyang. The embarrassment, so that the two can see him now can not help but fight.

It is Chen Yue, who seems to have attributed him to his own butterfly effect, and no longer has that kind of thinking.

"Cangyu, today is the birthday of smoke, she asked me to ask you to have time at night? She invited to eat." Chen Yue stopped Lingnan at school on Friday.

Chen Yue really does not want to be the megaphone of Xia Lingyan, but does not want to have any contact with Xia Lingyan and Lingchu Nan. She has done her best since this half-semester, but the effect does not seem obvious, although Ling Chunan now I often responded to her, and there was no communication with Xia Lingyan, but the discerning eye could see that Ling Chuannan had an unusual concern for Xia Lingyan. Today, Xia Lingyan invited the whole class, she naturally cannot but inform Lingchu. south.

"Okay." As in the plot, Ling Chunan thought about it and nodded. "Address your text message to me, I will arrive on time."

Looking at the back of Ling Xiaonan's departure, Chen Yue opened his mouth and then closed it. He edited the address and time of the dinner and sent it to Ling Chunan. He also quietly packed up the good things and left the classroom.

098: "Host, that Chen Yue is a bit weird."

"Is it?" Ling Chunan asked one.

"Where the specifics are strange, I don't see it too much, but I still recommend that the host be vigilant." The original Zombie King was the identity exposed this evening, and then was chased by the whole world.

Although it seems that the plot is different from the original text, it is still very careful. "Host, I still advise you not to attend today's dinner." Today, just the adults are not at home, what should the host do?

Despite this suggestion, 098 knows that Ling Chunan will definitely not listen to it, and the host has a lot of ideas. Its proposal has been accepted for ten times and it is grateful to Dade.

However, 098 did not expect that this time it was overturning its own proposal, "host, aware of the temperament of the actor. Missionary identity: Chu Ling Yang, Xia Lingyan's cousin, Nancheng Xiajia's next owner, On the way to Beicheng, you are a hundred miles away from you. It is expected to arrive within 20 minutes. According to the plot, you should come to Xia Lingyan birthday party... It is recommended that the host go to the birthday party."

"Well, I know." There is no comment on the 098's reincarnation. Lingnan's voice is faint.

"Host, what are you thinking?" 098 asked.

"I am thinking about how many missions the world has."

098 has become accustomed to the world of various bugs, but when he hears the word "several", it can't help but be a bit shocked. Generally speaking, a special world encounters a task. Now, Lingnan South is actually described by a few.

Without paying attention to the small system that was scared by her family, Ling Chunan quickly returned home to change a dress, then pulled a few hair to cover half of the eyes, put on the pair of black-rimmed glasses, looked at the time, then I found the bus card that Han Fenglian gave him a long time ago, and swayed out the door.

Lingchu Nan did not take the elevator downstairs, but went up to the rooftop, leaping to other buildings, and then quickly plundered toward the old city.

Three minutes later, Lingchunan stopped at the six-story balcony in an old-fashioned residential area in the old city. The light-bricked open balcony door entered the living room and then walked out from the main entrance.

"Host, the tasker is five hundred meters away from your current location."