Report to the Instructor, the Strong Melon Is Particularly Sweet

In September in the north, autumn tigers are vicious. As soon as Lin Wanwan stepped into the university gate, she was greeted by her "Living King of Hell" instructor Lu Zheng. Another instructor: He was gentle and considerate, and all the girls in the class burst into tears when he left. Lin Wanwan's instructor: Eagle-eye radar, belt warning, and even threw her out of the window with her quilt! Facing this black-skinned instructor with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, but as cold as ice, Lin Wanwan's main strategy was not to admit defeat - rolling their eyes at each other, wearing pajamas to practice club death, opening the cabinet to cause an avalanche of snacks... I thought that after surviving the military training, I would never have contact with each other until the end of my life. Unexpectedly, the two met again during a blind date. Looking at the man in a suit and leather shoes opposite with deep eyes, Lin Wanwan swallowed: "My family, who knows? If I had known that this living king of hell would be my husband in the later stage, I would have captured him earlier!"