"I am your class teacher, He Yanan!"
"Hello, teacher!" Influenced by He Yanan's aura, everyone in the classroom echoed in unison.
Except for Luo Bingtong, who didn't seem to speak.
He Yanan looked at the youthful faces below, nodding in satisfaction.
"There are nameplates on your desks. Those of you who haven't written your name yet, write it down so I can learn who you are."
Su Yuan casually wrote his name. Looking aside, he saw that Luo Bingtong had also written hers.
In Su Yuan's eyes, Luo Bingtong found typing difficult; it would be good enough if she could draw out her name.
However, to Su Yuan's great surprise, contrary to his expectation of messy scrawls, Luo Bingtong's handwriting was elegant and refined, much better than his own, comparable to some calligraphy teachers!
Luo Bingtong, seeing Su Yuan's strange expression, blinked her blue eyes as if to ask, "What's wrong?"
Su Yuan shook his head and turned away.
