There was no such thing as letting off a stinking fart in an elevator and getting away with it—not even Le Yu's speed at leaving class could save him. The students still blocked the classroom door in unspoken agreement, squeezing him until he felt as if he had returned to a subway transfer during rush hour.
Looking at those eager, starving-for-knowledge eyes, Le Yu felt as though he had become a highly prolific sow that had given birth to a whole litter of piglets.
"Teacher, Teacher, which eight people are the Eight Wonders of Silver Blood? Are you one of them?"
"Teacher, Teacher, where did you dye your hair?"
"Teacher, what did you mean by sensitive skin in class? Your skin is so good, Teacher. How do you take care of it?"
"Teacher, since you said the Silver Blood Society's method of exploiting the surplus value of labor through the Means of Production was wrong, then the points you deducted from us just now were unreasonable too, right? Shouldn't those sixty usual-performance points..."
"Teacher, are you married?"
"Teacher, what qualifications do I need to become your student?"
"Teacher, are you interested in becoming the Huiyao Prince?"
A heavyweight bomb suddenly dropped. The crowded doorway fell silent as everyone watched Ming Shuangli approach Le Yu, raise her proud swanlike neck, and provocatively look at the red-haired teacher with bright eyes and pearly teeth.
Ming Shuiyun, who had followed behind, saw this scene and seemed to have been struck by lightning, turning into a bleak, gray-white figure.
Le Yu raised his brows slightly and smiled. "All students harboring improper thoughts about me, please take note: intimate relations between teachers and students are strictly considered moral misconduct. At best, the principal will expel you from school; at worst, the principal will confiscate your