Luo Shangqing's office was still bathed in sunlight, with the green plants on the windowsill growing ever more lush.
Mu Chenxi stood by the table like a child who had done something wrong, head lowered, clutching at her clothes, looking pitiful as if waiting to be dealt with.
Luo Shangqing picked up a cup to take a sip of water, his pen lightly tapping on an exam paper on the table, marking a question: "I explained this question very clearly during class. As long as you listen attentively, you should at least pass the final exam. You always sit in the front row and never seem to be distracted, so where did all this information go?"
Mu Chenxi had no response; she was too busy daydreaming about him during class to pay attention.
"I've never had a student fail in any of the classes I've taught. You're the first." Normally, Luo Shangqing never lost his temper, but his serious expression, with lips tightly pursed and facial lines looking particularly stern, was quite intimidating.
