The next morning, Zhang Fan went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Although there was sunshine on the road, he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

It seems that after being promoted to level 6, he has also become somewhat resistant to sunshine.

Soon, we arrived at the cafeteria.

Since he has just arrived, the teachers didn't know him very much.

Especially when I saw the word "名" on his badge, no one cared about him.

There are 60 or 70 teaching assistants in the college. Compared with formal teachers, their status is not high, so naturally no one cares about these little teaching assistants.

While eating, Zhang Fan listened carefully to the sounds around him with his ears.

Now that he has been promoted to level 6, his abilities in all aspects have been greatly enhanced.

The ear strength has naturally increased a lot.

In the past, no matter how careful he was, he could only hear the heartbeat within thirty meters.

But now, he can hear all the sounds within a radius of fifty meters - which is equivalent to hearing all the sounds in the entire teacher's cafeteria.

After listening for a while, he felt a little relieved when he saw no one talking about what happened in the zombie hall.

After another moment, Director Tian came.

After he greeted Zhang Fan, he sat directly opposite Zhang Fan.

The other teachers were a little strange. Director Tian is also one of the most experienced teachers. How could he take the initiative to approach an assistant?

But they were just a little curious and didn't care too much.

Director Tian naturally had his thoughts.

Now he knew that the dean and even Deputy Director Gao valued Zhang Fan very much, so he naturally wanted to get closer to Zhang Fan.

While eating, Director Hotan chatted for a few words.

In fact, he was secretly observing Director Tian's face, trying to see if something was wrong.

However, Director Tian doesn't seem to be anything special.

Zhang Fan was sure in his heart. It seemed that they did not find any problem with the zombie hall.

According to Director Tian, ​​they rarely care about zombies with higher levels in the zombie hall.

Just take a look at it occasionally through surveillance.

This is the best, the later they discover, the less they will doubt themselves.

Just as Zhang Fan was thinking to himself, Zhang Yichen also walked over with a plate.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Congratulations to Teacher Xiao Zhang."

Zhang Fan shrugged and said, "There is nothing to congratulations, I'm just lucky."

Zhang Yichen shook his head and did not get entangled in this issue.

Instead, he said while peeling the eggs: "Teacher Zhang Fan, I just got a notice that a student took the initiative to ask to transfer to your class."

"Well……"

Zhang Fan paused for a moment, a little stunned.

In fact, he originally put on the brand of the scrambler class to avoid such things.

He came to the college to study and improve his strength, so the fewer students, the better.

That's why I specially launched the brand of the scrambler class.

Unexpectedly, I had achieved this point, and there were still students who were blindly looking to come in.

The blood nucleus in the brain will not be eaten by dogs, right?

Seeing that Zhang Fan did not answer, Zhang Yichen knew that Zhang Fan was not happy.

He hurriedly said, "Teacher Xiao Zhang, this student is not a bad student this time. He is the eighteenth top student in this entrance examination."

"Well……"

Zhang Fan was stunned again.

A top student actually wants to take the initiative to transfer to the slag class?

This is as ridiculous as the Rocket Class students in their previous life who took the initiative to transfer to the ordinary class.

Could this guy be irritated?

Zhang Yichen continued: "The first-grade team leader has agreed, and the transfer procedures have been completed."

"But I haven't agreed yet."

Zhang Fan said quickly.

Zhang Yichen whispered: "Teacher Xiao Zhang, the more students, the stronger the teacher's ability. This will be beneficial for you to evaluate your professional title."

After hearing this, Zhang Fan could only sigh and reluctantly said: "Okay, pass on his information to me."

...

After dinner, Zhang Fan came to the classroom.

In the classroom, the five students had arrived long ago.

Especially the four famous young men are racing against time to read and study.

Wang Dong in the corner also lowered his head to read.

Zhang Fan nodded secretly.

It seems that the learning atmosphere of my slag class is still very strong.

However, when his eyes swept to the last row of the classroom, his brows frowned.

I saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old in the last row.

He has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and is extremely heroic.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but complain in his heart: How could this guy be so handsome?

He had read this guy's information before.

Zhuge Liang.

As his name suggests, he is really a handsome boy.

Moreover, this person's talent can be described as amazing and brilliant.

At the age of seventeen, it took only two years to reach level 5 quasi-warrior.

Especially his sword drawing has reached a small success.

In two years, he can practice level 5 quasi-warriors, and at the same time he can practice one martial arts skill to a small achievement.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a genius that is rare in ten years.

Zhuge Liang sat down without looking, leaning against the back of the chair and putting his feet on the desk.

Seeing Zhang Fan look at him, he sneered, and even made a disdainful voice from his mouth: "Tsk."

Then I turned my head and went to see the scenery outside the window.

Damn!

Zhang Fan swears in his heart.

I have never messed with you, and I have never even seen you.

You took the initiative to ask to transfer to my class, but you didn't say a word and rolled your eyes with disdain.

I'm still worried.

Are you sick?

However, thinking that he was a people's teacher at least, Zhang Fan suppressed the anger in his heart.

He pulled open the chair, sat down, and put his feet on the podium.

Then he lowered his head to play with the multi-function watch.

He also understood that ordinary geniuses were a little proud.

Zhuge Liang obviously saw that he was not much older than him, so what could he teach?

Naturally, I look down on myself.

But since I look down on me, I even took the initiative to ask to transfer to my class. Is it because someone is so mean?

Of course, Zhang Fan could only say these words in his heart.

After all, as a role model, you still have to do it.

He lowered his head to play with his multi-function watch, ignoring the students at all.
To be continued...