"Shut up." Mu Feng looked at Fatty Liu in disdain. "You're uncultured."
What kind of description was that? It was not as reliable as my Nie Xiaoqian.
"…" Fatty Liu shut his mouth.
On the podium, Wei Jin looked around the classroom. She clearly saw Mu Feng in the back row. A hint of disgust flashed across Wei Jin's eyes, but she quickly hid it.
"Good morning, everyone. Today's lesson is to explore the meaning of the poem." Wei Jin's voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, quietly flowing in the classroom.
"The light green scene warms my heart." Wei Jin stood in front of an ancient painting and brought the people in the classroom into that romantic Pre-Qin world.
Looking at Wei Jin, who was dressed in a cheongsam and spoke softly. Her every move made people feel the fragrance of books. This was the first time Fatty Liu felt that he could enjoy class so much.
