No roll call?
Has this teacher given up on doing her job?
Gazing at the woman clad in a Master's white robe, leaning by the window in deep thought, students were secretly sighing at the Master's beauty, comparable to a heavenly being, and at the same time puzzled, not knowing what she was doing.
"Alright, Zhao Ji, Sun Zi, Mao Jie, Zhu Zhiqi, Qin Guangxun, Tian Kerong, Miao Minyue, these students will lose one credit each, and if there's another absence, two credits will be deducted," the Master announced indifferently after returning to the lectern.
Suddenly, the classroom fell into a silence as deep as death.
"Master, Sun Zi went to the bathroom, he'll be right back," a boy with a broad face hurriedly said, raising his hand to Daoist Zhuge Qing.
"There are no bathrooms on the second floor of Huayun Tower."
With a glance at the boy, Zhuge Qing delivered a sentence that made him sweat profusely.
"Introduce yourself, please."
