Zhao Rong spoke with clear enunciation and a methodical pace.
Down below, the crowd exchanged glances.
Li Xueyou stared at the stage, looking at 'Teacher Zhao,' whose expression was composed and speech methodical.
In her impression over these past days, it seemed that he had never been in a hurry.
Even when facing any kind of nitpicking or mischief in the classroom, like now, he still maintained his refined and indifferent demeanor.
It reminded her somewhat of Teacher Qi and her father.
Li Xueyou remembered once asking them out of curiosity.
Why they remained nonchalant when they encountered troubles and dangerous situations; was it all an act?
Teacher Qi had said that whether it was an act or not, even if you were disastrously defeated in a game of chess, you had to keep your head up, smile, and compliment your opponent on a good game without crying; there was no reason why.
