Beautiful Lecturer Belongs to the President
Chapter 8

Kenneth pov

Sitting in the last row, with no one sitting in that row. Makes me feel more comfortable when I look at him.

Is this the woman that night? Who accompanied me to play crazy?

Just came directly to greet his disciples, then explained a few words and went to sleep. Deserve to be nicknamed with Crazy Sexy Lecturer. White blush showing that hemisphere ....

I want to tear off his clothes and replace them with more covered clothes.

Damnit damnit! She was flirting.

From the other part about the Mad Lecturer, I was more interested in the materials he taught today. Simple but explains the essence of everything. Even this style of teaching is almost like a lecturer at Stanford.

“Hei, you!” The woman snapped her finger and looked at me.

Waitaminute! Is he calling me?

“Why look? I called you!” he shouted in a loud voice, making some students look over.

This woman! First met after three years, but it embarrassed me half to death. Look, how I punish you later.

He walked over, his firm footsteps making me a little challenged. I stood up straight and walked up to him.

“Who's your name!” ask with a tinge.

“Kenneth.”

The distance between us was only about two steps. This close distance allowed me to see clearly into his eyes. Highlight the firm eyes, with enough vigilance. This woman, her carrier is a little different from that year.

“Bring the book on the table!”

Whahuh? I'm the one who's president usually told, not told.

This woman ....

Ckckck, see how I'll get back to you later.

Kenneth picked up a few thick books on the table, walking after Kia who had first exited the room. There were a few conversations that made the class nervous. Obviously Kia heard that, but she didn't care.

“You are not a High College student!” cetus Kia's.

Kenneth turned his head, seeing the woman beside him walking arrogantly.

Kia stopped her steps, then turned her head, making Kennt stop right on the spot. Kia's two eyes narrowed, along with her eyebrows that were also furrowed. He couldn't believe what Kennt said.

“New student?” Kia looked at Kennth for a moment, before finally making her way back to the lecturer room.

The two of them became the talk of passing through the corridor. Men with white shirts wrapped in knit sweeter, managed to attract the attention of women.

“Wah, she is handsome once.”

“What force is he from? Is he one faculty with us?”

The roar of admiration from the women makes Kia's ears increasingly uncomfortable. He was forced to speed up his steps to quickly reach the lecturer room.

Kia pulled up the chair and sat on it. “Put on the table!” Kia opened her laptop, entered the campus access code. “Who's your full name!” ask Kia.

Kennt leaned his body towards Kia. “Kenneth Lee,” says Kennt near Kia telingga.

Kia's tapered fingers play quickly on a white kyboard. Explore student data to ascertain the truth of Kenneth's remarks.

As soon as you press the Enter key, all of Kenneth's data information appears. Kenneth who looked at Kia's laptop screen smiled.

“Hem!” Kia quickly closed the laptop. “You've been to Stanford but only until the fourth semester, why enroll in the first semester?” Kia. Kenneth quickly re-enforced his body.

“It's been a long time off, so had to resort to scratching. After all, the faculty I chose was different from before.” Kenneth glanced, looking at Kia who was looking at him with a sharp look.

Kia sighed then turned around and reopened her laptop. “Why came today? Your first class starts tomorrow!”

“Newly finished taking care of the administration and the streets around the campus for a while. Accidentally entered the class, so ...” Kenneth bowed again. “What can this be called a mate, Miss Kia?”

Kia Pov's

He was only one year older than me. But why does he look so young? It is almost equivalent to the age of the students here. Does his face reject the old?

He bowed, and dropped his face right in front of me. Makes me see clearly her plump eyelashes.

These eyelashes are even more pliable than a woman who wears mascara. A few minutes of my sight fell on his good looks.

“Heemm!” I pulled back the chair after being stunned for a while. “Your class starts tomorrow, don't be late!”

He did not answer, only smiled briefly and left the room.

It was like the familiar atmosphere I had once felt. His voice, a little familiar. Where have I heard of it?