One of a Kind

During class, Luo Ye could constantly feel Teacher Li Changan's gaze on him, even more intensely than in his computer science major classes.

What kind of grudge did he have against me to target me like this?

The hour and a half felt like years. Luo Ye did not dare relax his focus for even a moment.

Only when the dismissal bell rang, sounding like heavenly music, did his nerves finally relax, and he left the classroom as quickly as possible.

Luo Ye had already started thinking about how to skip the next open class.

Although that foreign teacher had already remembered him, if he did not skip class, he would sooner or later have a breakdown in history class.

It was the kind of class that had absolutely nothing to do with his major, was useless even if he studied it, and held no interest for him—yet he still had to keep himself fully alert and listen attentively.

It was too cruel.

Watching Luo Ye rush out of the classroom like a gust of wind, Yang Simeng and Guo Bing both looked utterly confused.

What was going on?

Luo Ye was already a sophomore, so the teacher always called on him in class. They had thought Luo Ye knew the teacher.

There was a second class that morning, but it was not a major course, so Luo Ye sat at his desk feeling very relaxed.

Compared to the previous class, this one was practically heaven.

Shen Qiao sat on his left, and Wang Dachui sat on his right.

"Male celebrity, did you also go to an open class last period?"

"Yeah. I signed up for a tea ceremony class."

"Tea ceremony?"

"Yeah. It cultivates the mind and body."

"That sounds pretty nice... Brother Hammer, what did you sign up