Chapter 10 What is the secret to Ragged Harris

Applause erupted below the podium.

The girls, especially, slapped their hands intensely.

Allen elegantly erected his long fingers and made a handsome gesture in the air, signaling everyone to stop clapping.

A simple gesture showed an imperial overbearing aura, the aura didn't look like a calligrapher in any way.

"Everyone, my name is Allen Harris."

His voice was extremely good, cold, and magnetic, like a spring of water, which was cool and clear, it was straight to the bowels.

After saying that, he turned around and wrote "Allen Harris" on the blackboard, and next to it, he also wrote a row of lines, which was majestic, powerful and vivid.

The students here were more or less connoisseurs and they knew that he couldn't write such words without a high level of achievement.

"Good!"

The vice-principal took the lead and shouted well, pounding his heart and saying inspirationally, "Talented, full of flowing, admirable...."

"Ouch, beautiful..." the students exaggerated in awe.

All of a sudden, Professor Harris attracted many fans.

The students were all praised, and Anne also looked up at these rows of words and sighed that he was a famous artist, and that he was so professional.

Her eyes flicked to the pupils of Professor Harris's eyes, which were as deep as pools.

His pupils were dark with suction, and although he tried his best to hide his sharpness, he was still robbing and aggressive, just like the beast that focused on its prey menacingly.

Anne was startled and lowered her eyes; she did not like this gaze because it was like a creepy beast that would swallow people.

"Professor Harris, then I won't bother you in class, huh......."

The vice-principal greet Allen Harris with a smiling face, and then he turned his face to the students and said, "Students, Mr. Harris's status is extremely honored, and his attainment is extremely high, listening to his words is better than reading a hundred years of books, you should cherish this lesson, it will become the most precious memory of your life."

The smiling vice-principal walked out after finishing, and he bowed as he stepped back, as if he had great respect for the young Professor Harris.

Lucy Collins tugged at Anne's clothes and whispered.

"Anne, I don't feel right. The vice-principal teacher is extremely high status in our school, in addition to the boss behind them and the principal who travels outside, he has the most power. He's usually fierce to the core, how could he have bowed so much to Professor Harris, his innate slavishness has been inspired, don't you find it strange?"

Anne glanced at Lucy, "Lucy, you didn't prepare well before class, you haven't taken the pot and poured the ink, be careful of the professor."

"Oh, yeah."

As if she were waking from a dream, Lucy began to fumble with her hands to get the post.

She was good at everything, just not good at generalizing, so her table box was in a mess.

On the podium, Professor Harris spoke eloquently with the light of wisdom flowing from his deep eyes.

No need to show off his talent, he was a man of unparalleled talent and wisdom that made his words so charming.

At the end, he spoke about some techniques and imparted a little of his personal experience, and then he let the students copy, he made the rounds of the classroom like a famous teacher, giving instructions to the students who were not good.

Anne was practicing with her eyes hanging down, and two words were written on the white rice paper: "Ragged Harris.

Ragged Harris meant ragged ink.

This professor was so weird, why was he introducing his last name like this?

After all, the word "ragged " was very unlucky.

It looked like this was a man with a story.

Anne was still in a rambling mood when she suddenly felt that she was covered by a powerful shadow, and the afterglow of her eyes detected that Professor Harris had come to her side.

He bent down and leaned over; his long and white hands propped up on the table, circling her in a half-embracing motion.

A breath like a clear spring permeated the tip of her nose.

It was refreshingly sweet with an intoxicating aroma.