Under normal circumstances, teachers in universities are indeed more tolerant than those in middle and high schools.
But this tolerance has its limits.
The male student was first talking at the back and then began to disturb other students during the class, which made it impossible for the female teacher to turn a blind eye any longer.
"Eh, isn't that Jiang Chen?"
Watching Jiang Chen slowly making his way to the podium, Yao Bifu, who had just been secretly playing with her phone under the desk, was quite surprised.
She had seen him arguing with his ex-girlfriend on the rooftop garden of the library when she and Luo Li'er were sketching there before.
"Isn't he a senior? What's he doing here?"
Yao Bifu's round face was full of confusion.
"I don't know."
Like everyone else, Luo Li'er watched Jiang Chen walk to the podium.
"What's your name? Which class are you from?"
The middle-aged female teacher looked stern.
