The classroom was silent for several seconds.
Suddenly, the entire class burst into laughter.
Professor Lee's face turned livid as he looked at her, his nose almost twisted with anger. Windsor Myres continued to stare back at him, and suddenly something seemed to cross her mind, a slight curl formed on her lips as if in provocation.
Professor Lee placed the chalk in his hand on the lectern.
He was strict and old-fashioned by nature, but his teaching was quite good, especially with a strong emphasis on rules.
He insisted on writing on the board, and over a few months, he could call out every student's name in the college. He was frugal and cherished even a piece of chalk, using it until it couldn't be used anymore before discarding it, exactly the kind of stubborn and extremely traditional old man people thought of.
At this moment—
Seeing the entire classroom laughing uncontrollably, Professor Lee's face darkened even more.
