Looking around the classroom, there were quite a few girls as crazy as Zhu Huahua.
Screams were coming in surges, and Su Ge felt like her eardrums were about to burst.
How could she notice that the phone in her bag dinged?
Su Ge, with a face full of disgust, attempted to shake off Zhu Huahua's hand, failed after a couple of tries, furrowed her brows, and finally turned her attention to the podium.
She was slightly taken aback as she turned.
The man on the podium wore scholarly black-framed glasses, stood about 1.9 meters tall, dressed in a black shirt with two buttons casually undone at the neckline, exuding a deep sensuality amidst his unique temperament, giving off a mysterious vibe.
Is this Professor Cheng?
A moment of astonishment for Su Ge.
She seemed to finally understand why countless girls, including Zhu Huahua, were so crazy.
