The Female Teacher Who Fights Back - Chapter 29

Chapter 29 An Exceptional Class 2

“Student Hua Quqin, if you really think so, I don’t mind using a more intense method to express the so-called ‘love’ in your words.” Although most of Wu Lang’s face was covered by her long bangs, her visible lips curled into a strange, half-smiling arc.

Recalling Grandpa Shao’s assessment of this woman, Hua Quqin involuntarily shivered and quickly smiled apologetically: “Little Langlang, look at how handsome, suave, and elegant I am… How could you have the heart to lay a hand on me?”

After this episode, Wu Lang’s remaining roll call went surprisingly smoothly.

“Qing Mo.”

A girl sitting in the back corner slowly raised her hand, timidly replying with a single word: “…Here.” If Wu Lang remembered correctly, she was the shy girl who had given her directions yesterday. In that case, the one lying on the desk beside her, dreaming away, should be…

“Han Tianhan.”

“…”

“Han Tianhan?”

“…”

“Is Han Tianhan here?”

Qing Mo secretly tugged at the sleeve of the person beside her, whispering: “Tianhan, the teacher is calling you.” Unfortunately, the one lying down remained unmoved. Seeing this, Wu Lang picked up half a piece of chalk again and flicked it out as she had done before.

However, the person who had been sound asleep casually grabbed a textbook from the desk and snapped the flying half-piece of chalk out of the air with a crack!

“Tianhan, wake up quickly, the teacher is calling you!” This time, Qing Mo switched from pulling his sleeve to pushing his arm. Seeing her trembling appearance, it was as if she were the one who would be punished, not the boy.

Although Wu Lang was secretly surprised, she showed nothing on her face, and everyone present seemed long accustomed to this.

“Che, a ‘three-no’ girl like you—no looks, no figure, and no family background—what makes you worthy of the Prince’s attention?”

“Some people think highly of themselves just because they grew up together with the Prince as childhood sweethearts, delusionally dreaming that a toad can eat swan meat!”

Glancing at the notes on the class roster, Wu Lang confirmed that the one who spoke first was the daughter of the top merchant in Linhai City—Fu Wanzi.

It is often said that a university class is a miniature microcosm of society; it seemed Sheng Tian Academy was no exception. Looking around at the seating distribution below, apart from Ou Wenji, who stood out like a crane among chickens in the very front row, most of the boys gathered around the flamboyant peacock, Hua Quqin, while the girls all centered around Fu Wanzi, huddled in twos and threes.

Perhaps unable to stand the noisy volume in his ears, the ‘Prince’ the girls spoke of dazedly raised his head and scratched his somewhat messy hair. He first scanned the surroundings blankly, his eyes’ focus lingering on the woman on the podium for two seconds, and then shot an extraordinarily sharp, cold gaze toward the ‘source’ of the noise, seemingly warning them to shut their mouths and stop talking nonsense.

Because Han Tianhan had a cold name, a cold personality, and a family background that was a complete mystery, the girls had given him an elegant nickname—the Ice Prince. Over time, the form of address evolved into the current ‘Prince.’

Although the Prince was extremely antisocial, a petite figure was always by his side. It was said that the two had been in the same class since kindergarten and were practically inseparable. Precisely because of this, Qing Mo was ostracized by the other girls, leaving her without a single close female friend to confide in. This was undoubtedly the primary reason behind her timid, mouse-like nature and poor social skills…