"Cough."
Qin Shouchang gave a dry cough. After locking eyes with Zeng Anmin for a long while, the hand beneath the desk unconsciously clenched.
Even he himself did not know why his fists always itched whenever he saw this brat...
Qin Shouchang's eyes widened.
He had just been about to find an excuse to move Zeng Anmin away and switch his seat.
Then he saw the Little Fatty Crown Prince behind Zeng Anmin.
His already wide eyes opened even wider, his pupils contracting. The words about to leave his mouth turned into several violent coughs:
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
"You... why are you at the Imperial Academy?"
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. Seeing the Crown Prince dressed in ordinary clothes, he did not expose his identity. His attitude was neither too good nor too bad, measured just right.
"Uh, I came following Brother Quanfu. Sir, there's no need to mind me. Please just continue the lesson."
A clear smile shone on the Crown Prince's round face as he raised a chubby little hand and scratched his head.
???
Hearing the Crown Prince's words, Qin Shouchang's gaze grew even more vacant.
Quanfu?? And "Brother"??
Since when had Zeng Anmin become so close to the Crown Prince???
This completely drove Qin Shouchang's mind from the matter of why Zeng Anmin was sitting with his daughter.
Throughout the entire lesson, his mind wandered beyond the clouds.
In his twenty years of teaching, this was the only time in his career when he had drifted off more often than his students during class.
Fortunately, he had abundant experience in teaching.
No one noticed anything amiss.
Only after class had fully ended did Qin Shouchang put on a show of sitting at his desk, taking up his brush to make marks in his book.
In truth,