Zhang Yang felt extremely puzzled by his recent abnormal behavior, but he was unable to control himself.
Even during class, when he saw Jian Dan, his mind would slightly wander.
He was a teacher! How could he have such thoughts about his own student?
It had troubled him for several days, and he hadn't been sleeping well for several nights, so he was somewhat out of sorts.
"Teacher Zhang Yang, I've noticed you haven't been looking well these past two days. Haven't you been resting well?" Teacher Wu sat down beside Zhang Yang, asking with concern.
(Wu Ying was their class's English teacher, 28 years old, still unmarried, and she had a good impression of Zhang Yang.)
"Oh! Yes, I've had a lot on my mind recently, so I haven't been sleeping well."
"Is it because of that new transfer student that you're worrying?"
