Throughout the entire class, the teacher at the front proved that the more she talked, the more mistakes she made.
When class ended, An Ning's expression hadn't changed at all. She still had that look—an innocent face that spoke the most infuriating words.
The other students, however, looked a little unsettled.
'A teacher at Beijing University… is this all she's got?'
After all, the students admitted to this class all had high IQs.
There was no "highest," only "higher."
For a teacher lecturing a group of geniuses, her current skill level was genuinely worrying.
RING RING RING—
The bell to end class rang. The teacher at the front was covered in sweat from her lecture. The perspiration mixed with chalk dust, vividly illustrating the image of being covered in grime.
"Heh… heheh…"
"Is there something I forgot to tell you all? I… Sun Qian… am your class advisor."
"You all know what a class advisor is, right?"
