"You are indeed as fierce as the rumor." Chen Qingyang smiled slightly, then walked to Shen Mojun and sat down.

However, Chen Qingyang had not finished speaking one sentence, and Shen Mojun was more beautiful and charming than the rumors.

Seeing that Chen Qingyang was so rude, Shen Mojun immediately slapped the table and stared at Chen Qingyang and angrily said, "Stand up, who allowed you to sit down?"

Chen Qingyang was unmoved, and still had a faint smile on his face, saying, "Teacher, don't be angry, women will easily have crow's feet when they are angry."

"Little bastard." Shen Mojun was completely angry and reached out through the desk, trying to grab Chen Qingyang's collar.

Chen Qingyang narrowed his eyes. Shen Mojun's speed of attack was somewhat unexpected, and he had a little bit of a grasping hand. No wonder Nangong Liang suffered a loss before her. It turned out to be a trainer.

"It's interesting!"

Chen Qingyang suddenly kicked the floor with his right foot, slid back with the man and the stool, quickly avoiding Shen Mojun's claws.

Although Chen Qingyang's body has not recovered yet, his reaction nerves have not deteriorated at all. However, with this force, a heart-wrenching pain came from the wound on his chest. Fortunately, he has become accustomed to it.

Shen Mojun obviously didn't expect that he would make a mistake. He bent over and was stunned for a long time but still couldn't react.

"This angle is good." Chen Qingyang said with a smile at Chunguang on Shen Mojun's chest.

However, this time Shen Mojun was surprisingly calm, not caring about Chen Qingyang's blasphemous gaze, and slowly stood up.

"Who are you?" Shen Mojun asked in a cold voice, and his eyes looked at Chen Qingyang with complex expressions.

Shen Mojun didn't think that it was just a coincidence that he could quickly avoid her capture.

"Chen Qingyang, a freshman in the archaeology majoring in Fuhai University." Chen Qingyang said lightly.

Shen Mojun looked at Chen Qingyang with suspicious eyes, then opened a web page on the computer, searched for a while, and found the name "Chen Qingyang" on the list of freshmen at Fuhai University.

It’s just strange that Chen Qingyang’s list does not have college entrance examination results, and only the word “special recruitment” is written on it.

"Are you special admissions?" Shen Mojun asked with a frown slightly.

"That's right." Chen Qingyang shrugged.

"Hmph, you are lying. Fuhai University only has five special admissions indicators every year. I know their names, and you are not among them." Shen Mojun snorted coldly.

"Maybe they made an exception for me this year," Chen Qingyang said.

Shen Mojun shook her head slightly. She guessed that Chen Qingyang might have come in because she was very likely to have sex with her relationship, and her face became even colder, because she looked down on this kind of official second generation who was incapable and only relied on her family.

"What's your specialty?" Shen Mojun asked with anger. If she hadn't had her good cultivation, she would have blown Chen Qingyang out of her office long ago.

"I don't know if English counts?" Chen Qingyang glanced at the pile of books on Shen Mojun's desk and said.

Among those piles of books, there were textbooks and classic classics, but without exception, they were not English books. Obviously, even if Shen Mojun was not an English teacher, she was very proficient in English.

As soon as he heard that Chen Qingyang's specialty was English, a strange look flashed through Shen Mojun's cold eyes.

"Are you sure your specialty is English?" Shen Mojun suddenly laughed.

No one in the entire Fuhai University is unclear. Shen Mojun, the most beautiful and charming teacher, is not a simple vase. She graduated from the Ivy League school in the United States. She obtained her doctorate certificate at the age of 22. Her graduation thesis was published on the most authoritative academic website in the United States and was posted on the homepage for a whole month.

Then Shen Mojun spent three years to translate five classic world works by himself. Her unique way of thinking and interpretation was unanimously appreciated by famous translators at home and abroad, claiming that she was a treasure in the translation industry.

Many large companies even offered high prices with annual salary of 10 million yuan to hire Shen Mojun as a translation consultant, but she refused them one by one. What was even more surprising is that after Shen Mojun returned to China, he actually went to Fuhai University to become an ordinary English teacher, which made many people sigh.

Chen Qingyang, a young boy, obviously did not know her background, otherwise he would not dare to say that he was good at English.

"If you don't believe me, you can test me." Chen Qingyang said indifferently, with a playful smile in his eyes.

How could he not see Shen Mojun's little thoughts? Chen Qingyang could also see from this woman's eyes that she was very confident in her English ability.

"iamthemasterofmyfate." Shen Mojun blurted out his favorite famous saying without thinking.

The voice is soft and has a hint of sharpness, and even those who don’t understand English sound very enjoyable.

"Repeat what I just said."

Shen Mojun stared at Chen Qingyang for a long time, but to her disappointment, Chen Qingyang was stunned in place without any reaction.

Sure enough, rotten wood cannot be carved!

Just as Shen Mojun was about to knock Chen Qingyang out of the office, a thick and magnetic voice sounded.
Chapter completed!