"Yes, Teacher."
Huaijin Yu held his hands together, bowed, and left the stack of papers on the desk behind.
The girl kept a straight face, dressed in a neat student uniform, just like the Zhao Rong had seen before, always impeccably dressed in front of others.
At this moment, she turned and walked off the podium, her eyes calmly sweeping over the rows of students sitting in Shuaixing Hall.
As whispers and discussions were just rising, the hall instantly quieted down under the aura and gaze of Senior Yu.
The evening calligraphy supplementary class had just begun.
This afternoon, the first and longest ritual exam of the monthly major exams had ended, and the students of Shuaixing Hall were finally taking a slight breath of relief.
