Gou Dachun walked into the classroom with a stern face.
He scanned the room and immediately spotted the troublesome female student Yao Dazhuang had just mentioned.
There was an ugly winter chrysanthemum, blocking a face with long hair sprawled over the desk, making it hard not to notice.
Most university professors focus primarily on academic research and rarely pay attention to students' attentiveness in class.
Gou Dachun usually doesn't care either.
But today, an inexplicable rage seemed to be rising rapidly inside him.
He picked up a piece of chalk and hurled it toward the back row.
The chalk traced a parabola in the air, aiming for Lan Qingxin's forehead.
Yao Dazhuang was extremely pleased.
The pain in his swollen arm seemed to lessen significantly.
Ha, ugly duckling, even if the boss doesn't deal with you, surely the tutor will.
However, he hadn't been happy for more than three seconds.
