As expected.
Apart from Yun Baibai, everyone else had fled.
Yun Baibai sat on the cushion with her small feet encased in white socks tucked under her buttocks, her toes gently curled. She nervously watched Master Cen as he walked to the lectern, praying that he would not notice her. She did not care about the strange looks other students were casting her way; after all, occupying four seats by herself was indeed excessive, which she clearly understood in her heart.
There was no helping it; there were four exchange students, and on the first day of class, all but her had skipped. This was no longer just giving Beiliang University a bad name; it was exposing the true nature of Beiliang University.
But what could you expect when it was Zhou Li? It wouldn't be surprising now if he suddenly stood up on the lectern and declared he was here to teach. Because that was Zhou Li, he was fully capable of doing such a thing.
