The professor gives Cheng Yuan a knowing look. She opens her lips for a moment, about to say something, but closes them back.
Meanwhile, some rows behind, Jidenna's sharp eyes takes in all this, but the scene looks very different in his eyes.
The moment Cheng Yuan started talking, his supporters dropped what they were doing.
They abandoned their writing, and some who were arranging their properties, about to zip their bags as the class neared its end,
Forgot their open bags and the books hanging in their arms, along with the people they were talking with.
Their heads snapped to Cheng Yuan's figure as if controlled by some mysterious force.
The sight raised a layer of goosebumps on Jidenna's skin.
Each of them Jidenna's eyes could catch watched Cheng Yuan, their expressions distorted, like a robot trying to mix a smile with shock—wide,
