The few girls stood up, complained to each other, and walked out with their heads lowered.
The principal glared at the few insensible students, and immediately apologized to Long Chenjue. "Young Master Long, I'm sorry for this situation."
Long Chenjue did not even glance at the principal, but directly said to Jian Xiaomo, who was standing there obediently, "Jian Xiaomo, weren't you sick just now? I thought you were too sick to get out of bed. I'm going to get a stretcher to carry you."
Jian Xiaomo was itching with hatred in her heart. This Long Chenjue was clearly using his identity as her form teacher to bully her.
She knew that she would not end up well when she came to the classroom. However, no matter what, he was her form teacher. She could not do anything to him. Moreover, she had to lower her voice and say, "It's not as serious as what you said, form teacher. It's just a small illness."
Long Chenjue instantly sized up Jian Xiaomo from head to toe and then said coldly, "What small illness?"
"This..." Jian Xiaomo scratched her head and said, "It's just a little uncomfortable."
"Where?" Long Chenjue's eyes continued to sweep over Jian Xiaomo's body, as if he was looking for Jian Xiaomo's discomfort.
It seemed that this man was ready to torture her to the end. Jian Xiaomo suddenly braced herself and covered her stomach with her hand, saying, "My stomach hurts."
"Stomach hurts?" Long Chenjue chewed on this sentence, and stared at Jian Xiaomo with dark eyes.
Jian Xiaomo's heart was beating fast under his gaze.
Long Chenjue suddenly said, "Jian Xiaomo, you've been suffering from stomachache quite frequently recently."
Jian Xiaomo's face instantly turned red because she knew that Long Chenjue was referring to her period. That hateful man was deliberately mocking her. Jian Xiaomo decided to turn against him on the spot.
Unexpectedly, Long Chenjue said lightly, "Go down."
Jian Xiaomo was itching with hatred in her heart. However, after receiving this charity order, she quickly left the podium as if she was running away.
Finally, the lecture began. The girls were excited again because they liked to watch Young Master Long's lively lecture.
There was a saying that said that a man who worked was the most handsome.
They couldn't see Young Master Long's handsome appearance when he worked at the Long Group, but when they saw him lecturing on the podium, they could imagine how handsome he looked when he worked. He must be the most handsome man ever!
The principal closed the door eagerly at this time. Jian Xiaomo also sat down in her seat and wiped her forehead, which was full of cold sweat.
She glared at Long Chenjue again.
Long Chenjue was flipping through the book when he suddenly raised his eyes and narrowed his eyes at Jian Xiaomo. He said in a magnetic voice, "Jian Xiaomo, you are staring at me."
Jian Xiaomo was immediately stunned. She was indeed staring at him just now, but wasn't this man flipping through the book? Why did he notice her tiny movements? Could it be that there were eyes on his forehead?
Jian Xiaomo was extremely depressed. She quickly smiled and said, "Of course. I am looking at you with admiration."
She almost said that her admiration for you was like a torrential spring water, flowing endlessly. However, after thinking about it, she still swallowed her words.
This was too fake. This man would kill her at any minute.
"Oh, a look of admiration?" Long Chenjue raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't see it clearly just now. You're giving me a look of admiration?"
Jian Xiaomo instantly felt terrible. It was not that she didn't want to do it, but she was really not an actress. Moreover, she didn't have any admiration for this man. How could she do that look?