Everything was unfamiliar to Zhao Youyue. The class was unfamiliar; the faces were mostly unfamiliar. Well, this was understandable. Most of the student in her old class were your run-of-the-mill-trying-to-get-by-day-by-day folk. Lao Qiu would always proclaim in post examination class meetings, that this was the most terrible class that he had ever been forced to teach!
Actually, he would say the same thing each one of his classes. It was impossible for him to remember each class distinctively.
Of course, he remembered Zhao Youyue and Han Leng. Zhao Youyue's results were comparable to Huang Zhongchao's and she brought glory to her class. It was something worth being proud of.
