The Strongest Qi Refiner

"Guess who I am?" A voice that pretended to be thick, but still carried a squeamishness came from behind.

"Cuicui?" Fang Yu said without looking back.

"No, guess again." The other party replied.

"Little Hong?" Fang Yu said again.

"No! Guess again!" The other party's tone was obviously a little resentful.

"Could it be like a flower?" Fang Yu wondered.

"Fang Yu, when did you meet so many girls!?" Tang Xiaorou couldn't bear it any longer, she walked directly in front of Fang Yu, and asked with a frown.

Fang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Xiaorou, but did not speak.

Tang Xiaorou snorted angrily and asked again, "Where have you been these past two weeks?"

"Going to travel in the north." Fang Yu said.

"Traveling? You don't care about work just for fun? Aren't you afraid that your title of visiting professor will be taken away?" Tang Xiaorou sat down beside Fang Yu and asked.

Fang Yu did not answer the question, but glanced at his watch.

It was already 2:20 in the afternoon, and there were ten minutes left for class.

Fang Yu stood up and stretched.

"Do you know that man?" Fang Yu asked.

"Who?" Tang Xiaorou followed Fang Yu's line of sight and saw He Chenchen, who was surrounded by countless girls in front of him, her face changed slightly, and she said, "I know him, his name is He Chenchen, he is a freshman of the Mathematics College. He is very popular among the girls. Famous, the girls in my class are discussing him every day..."

Fang Yu nodded and asked again, "Do you know anything about his family background?"

"...I heard from a female classmate in the class that he comes from a mysterious family in Huaibei, but some people say that he is just an ordinary student..." Tang Xiaorou rubbed her face and said.

"Okay, back to the classroom." Fang Yu glanced at He Chenchen on the basketball court again, turned and walked towards the teaching building.

Tang Xiaorou hurriedly followed Fang Yu and asked, "Fang Yu, why are you asking so much about He Chenchen? He is not a student of the Faculty of Letters."

"Nothing, just curious." Fang Yu replied.

Tang Xiaorou's beautiful eyes were full of suspicion, and she looked at Fang Yu for a few seconds before she retracted her gaze.

The two went upstairs together and came to the classroom.

When Fang Yu took the class for the first time, the classroom was overcrowded, and many students had to stand in the open space at the back of the classroom to listen to the class, which was quite popular.

But this time I came to the classroom, but it was much deserted.

The large lecture hall, which can accommodate two hundred people, is only less than one-third full, and it is scattered.

"The professor who took the class for you was called the devil by the students of the Faculty of Letters... So many students are reluctant to take this class after that." Before entering the classroom, Tang Xiaorou whispered to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu nodded, his expression unchanged.

When he came to be a visiting professor, he didn't really want to teach students, or he had never tried this profession before, and it felt a little new.

The number of students, the class is still the same, there is no difference.

After entering the classroom, Tang Xiaorou walked to the seats and sat in the first row.

Fang Yu walked to the podium.

The students in the seats were either chatting with each other or playing with their mobile phones with their heads lowered, and no one noticed Fang Yu's arrival.

"bell……"

The group of students didn't look up until the bell rang.

Seeing Fang Yu on the podium, his face changed.

"Isn't this the former Professor Fang? Didn't he say he had resigned? Why did he come back?"

"Yes, why did Professor Fang come back?"

"Damn it! The devil is finally gone! It's dawn, brothers!"

Most of the students who attended the first class had a good impression of Fang Yu.

Especially after the female devil came to take the class, it formed a sharp contrast.

Many students cheered.

At this time, half of the classroom was already seated, about a hundred people.

Fang Yu cleared his throat and was about to speak.

"Kakkaka..."

At this time, there was a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes at the front door of the classroom.

A middle-aged woman in her 40s or 50s walked in from the door.

She glanced at the students in the classroom, and then at Fang Yu.

The slightly mean face immediately darkened and walked quickly towards the podium.

After this woman appeared, the originally noisy classroom immediately quieted down.

Why did the witch head come?

The students looked puzzled.

"Which class are you in? Why haven't you returned to your seat after class? What are you doing standing here?" The woman walked in front of Fang Yu and asked a series of questions.

"I'm Fang Yu, I took this class before, didn't Guo Gang tell you?" Fang Yu said calmly.

"Fang Yu? Are you the visiting professor?" The woman asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, I left Huaibei two weeks ago because of some things, and now I'm back..." Fang Yu explained.

"I don't care who you are. I haven't received any notice. This class should be taught by me. I don't want to be detained for full attendance!" the woman said.

Seeing this woman's domineering appearance, Fang Yu frowned.

Guo Gang really didn't notice? Will he still take this class?

"What's your name?" Fang Yu asked.

"I'm Mo Juan." The woman replied.

"Are you a teacher at the Faculty of Letters?" Fang Yu asked again.

"Of course, I've been working at Nandu University for almost ten years!" Mo Juan replied impatiently, "If you have any questions, ask them again. Don't delay students in class!"

"You are from the Faculty of Letters, so why didn't I see you when the Faculty of Letters held a meeting?" Fang Yu asked again.

Mo Juan's face twitched slightly.

This question was hitting her heart.

Only faculty members with the title of associate professor or above can attend the meetings held by the Faculty of Arts before the semester begins.

She has been working at Nandu University for ten years, and every year she suffers from bad reviews from students.

Therefore, even if the old worker is in a high-ranking position, she still cannot be promoted to the title, and she is only a lecturer, not qualified to participate in the teaching and research conference of the Faculty of Arts.

"You are an external visiting professor who has been absent from class for two consecutive weeks. The teaching team is already considering firing you. What are you talking about? Leave now, don't hinder me from class!" Mo Juan said sharply.

At this time, the students sitting in the classroom were silently sweating for Fang Yu.

Mo Juan is nicknamed the Devil, mainly because of her attitude.

Except when facing her superiors, she always puts on a mean and stinky face, scolding whoever she sees.

If she is in a bad mood, she can even write down the names of more than a dozen students between classes and hand in punishment.

The students complained and tried their best to complain about her every year.

But her husband is a senior of the school, no matter how she complains, it will be in vain and useless.

Now Fang Yu and Mo Juan are arguing... The probability of losing is Fang Yu.

On the podium, Fang Yu looked at Mo Juan with an angry face, and a smile appeared on his face.

He didn't want to argue with Mo Juan, but Mo Juan's attitude was so bad that there was nothing he could do.

"I received a call from Guo Gang from the Personnel Department this morning. He told me to come back to class. As for whether he notified you or not, I don't care." Fang Yu smiled.

Fang Yu's smile completely aroused the anger in Mo Juan's heart.

The title is not as good as a young man who has just graduated, but this young man still doesn't give her any face!

"I said he didn't notify, but he just didn't! You are arguing with me here, you are just wasting the students' time! You have thought it through!" Mo Juan said, glaring at Fang Yu.

"I'll let Guo Gang come over and listen to what he has to say." Fang Yu said.

"The personnel department is in control! I only listen to the arrangement of the teaching team of the Faculty of Arts!" Mo Juan said rudely.

Fang Yu ignored Mo Juan's words and sent Guo Gang a text message anyway.

Mo Juan threw the book in her hand on the table, and then stood still.

Since it doesn't give me face, it will be wasted!

If you waste a class of students in this form, see how the teaching team of the Faculty of Arts will punish you!

Mo Juan sneered in her heart.

Fang Yu smiled indifferently and looked at Mo Juan without speaking.

About five minutes later, Guo Gang hurried in from outside the classroom door.

"Mr. Mo, Professor Fang, good afternoon." Guo Gang wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed him a blank piece of paper.

"As I said, I don't care about any arrangements made by your personnel department, I only listen to the College of Letters!" Mo Juan said without even looking at the piece of paper.

"Mr. Mo, this is the course notice issued by the Faculty of Arts this morning... The teaching secretary has sent a message to your mobile phone and email..." Guo Gang said.