Jiang Baizhou promptly fell silent, instinctively glancing towards her, only to see her roll her eyes and pursing her lips as she asked, "What's up?"
"You're really in the late stage of your professional disease of liking to give lectures, aren't you? I just finished listening to one of your classes, and how long has it been and you plan to give me another lesson? I'm just an amateur, you explain things so clearly and thoroughly to me yet I'm not the one taking exams." Cen Jin drooped her little face, puffing out her cheeks as she replied, "But speaking of which, your class is really strict—no one dared to raise their hand to answer your questions at the back, didn't you find it awkward?"
"Not awkward." Jiang Baizhou responded calmly, seemingly already accustomed to such situations.
Cen Jin was speechless: "Then, pretend I didn't say anything."
At that time, she shouldn't have stood up to answer that question, being watched like a monkey. In the end, she was the one overthinking.
