Gu Zhiqi listened to Teacher Mo's words, gently raised her eyebrows, and a smile with deep meaning tinted the bottom of her eyes, "Teacher Mo, you have to keep your word."
"Of course, I will keep my word," Teacher Mo said and nodded seriously.
In her heart, though, she secretly thought: It's good that the young lady aspires to score full marks in all subjects; I shouldn't shatter her confidence.
Gu Zhiqi slightly lowered her eyes, her lips lazily curling into a small smile, and followed Teacher Mo without saying anything more.
Teacher Mo, with hands behind his back, started humming a tune again.
The teacher and student leisurely made their way to Class Eight, their steps in such harmony that it was almost too perfect.
About five minutes later, they arrived at the door of Senior Year Class Eight.
Only then did Teacher Mo stop humming and led Gu Zhiqi into the classroom.
