'Today the flowers and the moon look just the same, but how can my feelings be like they were before?'
An Chan snapped back to attention in her eyes. She stepped onto the podium, standing firm in her role as a young female teacher, looking at everyone.
However, this teacher's authority was terrifyingly weak, and the students started doing whatever they pleased, making fun.
Someone jeered loudly, "Cui Yu, you've got competition now."
"The new guy, Xiao Shaoxiong, took Jiang Yanan out for ice cream the day before yesterday."
"So what? Dong Qingfeng even treated her to milk tea!" Cui Yu didn't take it to heart.
Holding Buddha beads, Meng Gui remained indifferent: "It doesn't matter. Once she gets tired, she'll still end up looking for an honest person in the end."
"What's meant for you won't run away."
"Chuan Dao, what do you think?"
Liu Chuandao volunteered, "I feel like recommending myself..."
