The moment they reached the entrance to Class Five's classroom, both of them came to an abrupt stop.
The textbooks in Tang Wulin's arms nearly slipped out. He hurriedly caught them, swept his gaze through the classroom, and his heart instantly clenched.
More than twenty students stood neatly in the aisles between the desks, their backs ramrod straight. None of them even dared tilt their heads.
A man in a sky-blue uniform stood on the podium. He was tall and straight, with a cold, handsome face and long light-blue hair falling over his shoulders. It was Class Five's homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong.
The air around him was icy, as though it had frozen solid. His gaze swept calmly over the class, and the room was so quiet that even breathing could not be heard.
The words Xie Xie had been babbling about all the way there caught in his throat. He instinctively fell silent and unconsciously straightened his back even further.
The two exchanged a glance, and both saw unease in the other's eyes.
Being late on the first day of class and running into their homeroom teacher arriving early—no matter how they looked at it, it was not a good thing.
"Good morning, Teacher Wu."
They forced themselves to greet him, their voices lower than usual.
Wu Changkong's gaze swept over them without warmth. He neither nodded nor reprimanded them, as though the two late students did not exist at all.
After confirming the class count, his thin lips parted. His voice was clear and cold, like ice beads striking a jade plate.
"Everyone, follow me to the training field."
With that, he turned and walked out of the classroom first, his steps steady and without the slightest hesitation.
The entire class filed out behind him. No one dared