As Lan Jue entered the classroom, all eyes turned to him in constrained excitement.
He strode past them in his perfectly tailored sapphire suit, snow white shirt, black tie and white kerchief. With his impish smile and meticulously kept hair, he could certainly draw attention.
“Good afternoon,” he began. He positioned himself behind the podium, and gave his audience a nod.
“Good afternoon, Professor!” the students replied in unison.
His eyes quickly swept the room, but he found no sign of Zhou Qianlin. Her friend Tang Mi, however, was in attendance, sitting near the back. In total it looked like men accounted for seventy percent of participants.
From the back, Director Wu gave him a nod of acknowledgement, and Jin Yan beamed a pretty smile his way.
