The next day.
The large lecture hall of the Department of Agriculture.
Professor Wang walked onto the podium with his lesson plan in hand.
He adjusted the thick glasses on his nose and scanned the class like a spotlight.
Finally, his gaze stopped at the first row.
Zhao Xiaoya was sitting up straight, holding a pen, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the blackboard.
Professor Wang was momentarily stunned.
This girl had been lying on her desk groaning the past couple of days, her complexion as pale as parchment.
Why does she look so energetic today?
"Zhao Xiaoya."
Professor Wang called her name.
Zhao Xiaoya stood up with a start.
"Present!"
Her voice was strong and full.
Professor Wang was even more puzzled.
"Recovered from your illness?"
"Yes, Professor, I'm better!"
"What medicine did you take? Is the school's hospital so advanced now?"
Professor Wang asked casually.
