Unscientific Love

Ao Ye felt a little better after placing Lao Wu's textbook in the middle and opening it to today's lesson.

This finance teacher easily calls on students to talk about offshore foreign exchange during class, such as how much RMB is currently worth, how much USD is worth, what time it is, how much the exchange rate changes, and how much money can be earned in one minute.

Although it was a bit brain-teasing and everyone was quite nervous, most students listened with great interest because the knowledge point had practical value.

Bamboo, who is either reading novels or sleeping during class.

Are you confident you can win over that beautiful teacher?

Old Wu had seen Song Yiyuan in person; she was the number one beauty among the teachers. Nanjiang University itself was a well-known institution, so there were many girls wearing miniskirts and black stockings.

But none of this is very exciting.

On the contrary, some single or beautiful female teachers who have just returned from their honeymoon exude even more charm and allure.

Knowing that Ao Ye was a skilled fighter, Wu Nai saved a seat for him for this very reason—he wanted to quickly obtain some information.

You can't think like that.

Ao Ye glanced at Lao Wu.

"If you're only thinking about whether you can handle a prey, you've already lost half the battle strategically."

"How to say?"

"No matter who she is or how difficult she is, just ignore her first. Beautiful women never lack protectors."

"So you looked down on her?"

"of course."

"How's the effect?"

"I gave her a hard slap on the butt."

"???"

Ao Ye said this in a low voice.

But Old Wu heard it clearly and looked incredulous.

“Pay attention in class, Lao Wu. No matter what tricks you use, you can’t do without the right principles. The most important thing is not what others say, but to forget it.”

"forget?"

Have you seen the part where Zhang Sanfeng teaches Zhang Wuji the Tai Chi sword technique?

"of course."

"What Grandpa Zhang really meant was that if you only focus on the sword techniques I demonstrate for you, your moves will become hesitant. It's better to follow your own understanding and absorb as much as you can. Of course, this is on the premise that your foundation is decent."

"Holy crap, you could even tell that?"

"For example, if you're writing a novel, and people keep telling you that you should write it this way and you shouldn't write it that way, and you listen to all of them, you'll find yourself unable to put pen to paper."

Old Wu chuckled a few times after hearing this.

That makes sense.

interesting.

[Song Ye-won]: What do you mean by leaving without a word?

at this time.

On my phone, the beautiful PE teacher sent me a message on WeChat.

[Ao Ye]: I have to go to class!

[Song Yiyuan]: Am I not worth you skipping a class?

[Ao Ye]: Not worth it

Ding!

Straight male value +500

Ao Ye chuckled to himself.

Song Ye-won: You!

[Ao Ye]: Alright, go back and reflect on your actions. If you treat me like that again next time, I won't be so lenient.

[Song Yiyuan]: What did I do to you?

[Ao Ye]: You bitch!

[Song Ye-won]: Where did you see that I was a bitch?

[Ao Ye]: It's everywhere. Just don't always use your own high and mighty standards to judge others. If you encounter someone like me, you're definitely doomed.

[Song Yiyuan]: Stop, stop, stop! I didn't message you to argue. I want to know how it felt when you were doing push-ups on me just now.

[Ao Ye]: I want to know what it feels like to fall.

[Song Ye-won]: I knew it! You've been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you?

[Ao Ye]: It depends on whether you want to or not, it depends on your feeling.

[Song Ye-won]: So, do I make you feel anything?

[Ao Ye]: The clothes are too conservative; I can't accept them yet.

[Song Ye-won]: Because of the skinny jeans? You should have said so earlier. I could have done a plank first. Come over here, then you could admire my sexiest figure.

[Ao Ye]: We'll talk about it later, class is starting.

I turned off my phone.

Ao Ye sat up straight and listened attentively to the teacher's lecture.

At the same time, a straight male value of 500+ flashed by in front of him.

The afternoon classes were intense and exciting. The finance teacher kept calling on students to ask questions, and from time to time, you could hear sighs like, "Oh, I was just a little bit short," or "Mastering this knowledge point will definitely be very useful."

As expected, a man who has mastered a skill exudes a mysterious confidence from his glasses to his every move. The finance teacher on the podium is not good-looking, but he always speaks with a strong voice, and even occasionally reveals a sense of contempt that says, "You guys are no good. Back in the day, I made a lot of money."

In addition, it can instantly tell you the exchange rate ratios of various countries, making the class feel like a foreign exchange transaction.

Ten minutes later, the teacher earned 100 million, while the students suffered huge losses in the classroom.

When the simulation ended, the students admired the finance teacher even more.

The female students, in particular, had an incredibly magical light shining in their eyes.

"Old Wu, have you seen the female students' reactions?"

The students in the classroom were filled with admiration and respect, and Ao Ye quickly spoke to Wu Nai in the dormitory.

"If you want girls to like you, then you need to have a particularly strong skill. You don't need many, just one will do. For example, you could be very good at basketball, or you could be a very warm and caring person, or you could be like a finance teacher. And you need to have the opportunity to let others know that, and then girls who like you will come one after another."

Then Lao Wu and Ao Ye seemed to have detached themselves from the classroom perspective and were observing the teacher's speech and the female students' reactions from a third-person perspective.

"Makes sense."

"It makes sense!"

As if he had suddenly realized something, Old Wu muttered a couple of sentences in a row, and then his eyes lit up!

Chapter 166 Qianqian, you're really obsessed with men!

"Yan'er, tell me quickly, what's it like going on a date with your boyfriend?"

In the afternoon, near the end of class.

Studio 305 is filled with various sketches.

The curtains by the window were fluttering up and down in the wind.

"You're so desperate for a man, you're practically obsessed with it. What kind of feeling is that?"

Lin Yan'er, who had just finished a painting, was wearing a black V-neck short dress with a pair of skin-colored stockings and Converse sneakers. The stockings covered her ankles and touched the heels of the shoes.

Every now and then, her beautiful feet would step out and stomp a few times.

On the other side, her best friend Wu Qian sat on a white, fluffy blanket facing the mirror, asking with some distress.

"Want to know? Yan'er, tell me quickly, is it something like that?"

"kindness?"

A long-haired beauty wearing a burgundy flowing dress and black stockings sat barefoot on a rug, admiring her reflection in the mirror while stroking her shapely legs in black stockings, looking bored.

She came over to visit Yan'er in the afternoon, but unfortunately, the girl was focused on her art. Despite her young age, her paintings were unique and insightful, earning praise from many teachers at the academy.

On the contrary, she could only play the piano and read novels; in terms of academics, she certainly couldn't compare to Yan'er.

Fortunately, both of them are girls with a strong sense of ritual. They like to dress up beautifully and elegantly no matter what, and appear in various places.

"Oh dear, Yan'er, you've been drawing all afternoon. get out of class is almost over, let's chat."

"Tch, you should find a boyfriend. If you want to know what it's like, just date one. You've got a great figure, too."

A drawing board.

A sketch, Lin Yan'er's pink diamond-manicured hand holding a pencil, quickly finishing the work.

This is the 10th work. It depicts the scene at 5 a.m. with the young thug, a beautiful girl with long hair driving in the woods, and another boy dribbling a basketball, with a rope tied around his waist, running and sweating profusely.

It has a very artistic vibe.

However, what many people don't know is that the background of this painting is that before this, the beautiful girl wearing fishnet stockings was doing something with the tall boy in the trunk of a car.

She was thinking about what to name the painting.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind: "A girl training boys while wearing fishnet stockings." With a flourish of my pen, the calligraphy flowed like dragons and snakes. Incredibly, Senior Lin Yan'er's handwriting was also quite distinctive and elegant.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that she could use sketches to depict the various scenes of her being with that little hooligan junior.

With that thought in mind, the image of the next sketch came to mind.

In this art studio, by the sycamore trees outside the window, in the spring breeze, she vaguely recalled the scene of her junior holding her and kissing her on the windowsill.

As she thought about it, she also brought her beautiful legs, clad in silk stockings, together.

That brat, get out of class should be over soon...