"Are you the teacher or am I the teacher? Do you want to make the arrangements?" The new homeroom teacher glanced at An Ruoyao indifferently. "Alright, let's sit like this. Weiwei, do you have any objections?"
Song Weiwei immediately shook her head. "I'll listen to the teacher."
"Mm." The homeroom teacher patted her shoulder, extremely satisfied. "Go and sit. It might be a little strenuous at the beginning, but it's alright. Let's take it slow."
An Ruoyao took a deep breath and sat down angrily.
On the podium, the teacher had already started lecturing, but she could not listen to anything.
She turned her head and saw that Song Jingwan was already flipping through her book. She said in a low voice, "Jingwan, are you just going to watch her sit next to Young Master Huo? What if..."
After all, the two of them looked exactly the same.
Who knew if Huo Ningxi would end up being seduced by Song Weiwei.
