In addition to facing the jeering and mocking from his peers due to the 'study room incident' that afternoon, another presence that made the young taxpayer-funded student, Zheng Qing, feel uneasy at the class meeting was Professor Yao.
Ever since learning of Professor Yao's identity, Zheng Qing found himself increasingly unable to look directly at that ever-smiling professor. This feeling did not subside over time, but instead grew stronger.
There were less than ten minutes left before the class meeting began.
Zheng Qing was already feeling restless.
He even felt that Xin Fat Man, who had wrapped his arm around his neck a few minutes ago to 'torture' him into confessing what he had done with Jiang Yu that afternoon, now seemed so kind and benevolent.
"What are you looking at?" The young taxpayer-funded student, seeking to start a conversation, poked the chubby man's arm with the tip of his feather pen.
Banna sucked in a breath of cool air.
