"Hush, quiet."
Lu Qingyi put her hand to her lips and whispered.
Class 20 was now a big, bustling mess.
There was less than two weeks left, but there was still a chance for a comeback at this time.
The students of Class 20 obediently returned to their seats and began to review their materials earnestly.
The classroom quieted down in an instant.
The passing duty teacher looked surprised at Class 20's classroom, her face showing disbelief.
Unexpectedly, Class 20's classroom can also have such a quiet moment. It was truly incredible.
"Qingyi, you're really cut out to be a teacher."
Jiang Yumeng said softly in Lu Qingyi's ear, not daring to talk loudly in such a quiet classroom.
She really felt that Lu Qingyi was very much like a teacher in some aspects.
Lu Qingyi quirked a smile, "Maybe."
As a Professor Hardrick, it was normal for her to resemble a teacher in some aspects, let alone she was a teacher in the first place.
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