Lin Miaomiao was about to strike up another conversation with her when their homeroom teacher walked in from outside.
Lu Xiaoyou glanced up; the scent of her homeroom teacher was very familiar.
Standing on the podium was a man of 27 or 28, with handsome features and a charming presence.
Yong Sizhe was like a piece of agarwood, his existence made people feel serene and peaceful, his temperament was restrained and elegant, like an unattainable aloof flower on a high cliff.
If he hadn't spoken, Xiaoyou would definitely have thought so.
"The attendance rate today is not bad, eh? Hey, we have a new student in our class."
Yong Sizhe's voice was gentle, husky and lingering; his voice and intonation were polished through long-term script training.
But this voice overlapped with one Xiaoyou had encountered before.
"Why run? Are you trying to flee before the battle?"
"I don't like people who play hard to get. If you want to sleep with me, spread your legs."
