"Uh, this student, did you walk into the wrong classroom?"
Ye Luotong was also stunned when she saw the boy suddenly walk into the classroom.
Was there such a student in her class? As the homeroom teacher, how could she have absolutely no impression of him?
Besides, his looks were so outstanding. If he really were a student in her class, there was no way she would not know him.
"Huh? Isn't this Class 5, Year 2?"
The newcomer seemed confused as well. He hurried outside and glanced at the gold plaque mounted beside the door.
This was indeed Class 5, Year 2. There was absolutely no way he had gone to the wrong place.
"May I ask your name?"
A bad feeling slowly rose from the depths of Ye Luotong's heart.
Her peripheral vision involuntarily shifted to the second-to-last empty seat by the window.
If things were really as she thought, then this tall and handsome young man before her was...
"Teacher Ye, I'm Wu Liang."
Wu Liang frowned at the woman in front of him. Today did not seem to be April Fool's Day.
Why did even Ye Luotong not recognize him? Though he had not attended class properly very often in the past.
He was still a student of Class 5, Year 2. As the homeroom teacher, she had even spoken with him several times.
And not long ago, he had been hospitalized after getting hit in the head by a shot put. Ye Luotong had been the one to call the ambulance for him.
And now she claimed not to know him just because she felt like it? That was going too far. Even if the old Wu Liang had been a bastard young master, he had still been her student.
"Eeeeeeeeeh!!!!"
Before Ye Luotong could say anything, deafening cries of astonishment erupted throughout the classroom.
As though they had seen some kind of monster, every student in the room wore an expression as if they had seen a ghost.
Especially some of the boys who often hung around with Wu Liang—they nearly popped their eyes out of their sockets.
"God..."
Having already guessed the answer, Ye Luotong pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke with a headache.
She had actually guessed right. But she had never expected that the unscrupulous young master who favored a pompadour would be so devastatingly handsome after letting his hair down.
Still, wasn't this improvement in looks a little too exaggerated? When he had that pompadour, he looked like a vicious street thug.
But what was with this godlike face that looked like the male lead of some melodramatic TV series?
Sure, a hairstyle could determine someone's looks, but wasn't his talent tree tilted a little too ridiculously?
"Let me confirm one more time. Student Wu Liang, you're Wu Liang, right? Not some brother of his, like Wu Jing, Wu Dan, or Wu Neng...?"
Ye Luotong slowly walked over to Wu Liang and stared at his sharply chiseled face.
It suddenly felt surreal. Could she still be dreaming because she had not woken up yet?
"Yes... Teacher Ye... I am Wu Liang..."
Wu Liang looked at the woman before him with a twitching eye. Wasn't she usually pretty smart?
Why was she acting like an idiot now...
That's Right, It's Gilgamesh!
"Let us return to the original topic... The Epic of Gilgamesh is a hymn to the Hero King Gilgamesh, who ruled the city-state of Uruk in the Sumerian dynasty of ancient Mesopotamia..."
"At first, the Hero King, as the ruler of Uruk, was brutal and lawless, abusing his power to oppress men and violate women."
"But afterward, he suddenly awakened. His achievements were unprecedented and unsurpassed, and he was deeply loved and supported by the people, who called him the oldest and greatest wise king in human history..."
As Ye Luotong resumed teaching from the textbook, she coughed twice to ease her embarrassment. Yet her gaze still occasionally drifted toward Wu Liang, who had already returned to his seat.
It was not just Ye Luotong. It could be said that none of the students in Class 5, Year 2 were in the mood to keep listening to her lecture.
Even the boys who had previously been infatuated with Ye Luotong had turned their attention to Wu Liang along with everyone else.
If they looked at one another, they would discover just how amusing their expressions were right now.
After all, they had never seen Wu Liang with his hair down before. They had never expected him to possess such heaven-defying looks, and everyone present could not help sighing in amazement.
"..."
Such burning stares made Wu Liang extremely uncomfortable. He had merely changed his hairstyle.
"But did that girl He Xue not come to school today...?"
Wu Liang looked at the empty seat to his right. He Xue had actually taken leave too.
Could it be because he had harassed her recently, so she was deliberately avoiding him? Damn it, the old Wu Liang had better stop making trouble for him.
He did not want He Xue's impression of him to drop into the negatives before the game had even officially begun.
This hellish opening was already disgusting enough. If these female leads became even more hostile toward him, there would really be no way to play.
"Hey... don't you think Wu Liang got a lot more handsome...?"
"Same here, same here... Who knew that pompadour was an item that sealed away his looks...?"
"Did you notice that Wu Liang's a lot quieter today? He doesn't seem as sleazy as before..."
The girls' whispered chatter reached Wu Liang's ears.
It was as though they did not regard him as a person at all, openly discussing him right in front of him.
Yet those mosquito-like murmurs made Wu Liang increasingly irritated. His mood, already unpleasant because he had been late, grew even gloomier.
"Hey, you're being too noisy."
Wu Liang looked toward the chattering girls in front of him. Flecks of cold light glimmered in his pitch-black eyes, still as stagnant water.
The hostility in his gaze pierced the girls' hearts like icy, bone-chilling blades.
"S-sorry... Young Master Wu Liang..."
Yet upon seeing Wu Liang's devilishly handsome face, the girls were not frightened at all.
Instead, their pretty faces flushed. They hurriedly turned away, too embarrassed to meet Wu Liang's eyes again as they muttered shyly.
Some of the girls even pulled out their phones from beneath their skirts and snapped a hundred consecutive shots of Wu Liang's current expression.
"Young Master Wu Liang! Please! Could you look a little more arrogant? Make your gaze fiercer!!"
Wu Liang even heard such an absurd request from the cluster of girls.
Were they treating him like some nationally protected animal and taking pictures of him nonstop?
"Young Master Wu Liang, could you please make that expression again? I didn't save it in time!!"
More and more ridiculous requests came from the girls.
Even Wu Liang himself was stunned speechless by this, unsure what to say for a moment.
These women really decided everything based on looks, huh? When Wu Liang still wore that pompadour, why had none of them been this enthusiastic?
"Um, um, Young Master Wu Liang, could you strike a pose? I want to post it on Weibo~"
More and more voices gradually rose in the classroom. The previously quiet room began to buzz like a boiling iron pot.
No one knew who had given these girls the courage, but quite a few of them began proactively greeting Wu Liang.
Maybe it was because of his looks. Maybe it was because of Wu Liang's polite attitude toward Ye Luotong earlier. Or maybe because...
Smack!
"I said, you brats ought to know when to stop."
Veins bulged at Ye Luotong's temple as she slammed her palm onto the desk, producing a deafening bang.
With her mouth twitching, Ye Luotong clenched the textbook in her hand so tightly that the plastic cover creaked in anguish.
"..."
The girls suddenly realized that it was still class time. Their bodies trembled as they looked toward Ye Luotong, who stood at the podium radiating dark energy.
Meanwhile, Ye Luotong wore a twisted smile as she looked cheerfully at the little brats under her care.
"Each of you will copy out the first half of yesterday's lesson on the biography of Lancelot, Knight of the Round Table. Otherwise, forget about getting your exam results."
Sitting on the desk with her legs crossed, Ye Luotong smiled maliciously.
They dared to ignore her like this during her class? These little brats were getting more and more outrageous.
"Eeeeeeeh?! We have to do it too???"
The boys wailed in protest. They had been wronged—this had nothing to do with them.
Although they were shocked by Wu Liang's change, they had not harassed him like those girls had.
(Mainly because they did not dare to. After all, Wu Liang was still that villainous young master...)
"And Wu Liang, come to my office after class. I have something to say to you."
Ye Luotong pointed at Wu Liang. What was wrong with this brat? How had he suddenly become like a completely different person?
That bastard young master had suddenly turned over a new leaf and decided to be a better person? She did not believe that for a second. Who knew what bad idea this brat was plotting.
Come to think of it, had he not been hit in the head by a shot put? It had only been two days, and he was already healed??
When Wu Liang had collapsed back then, he had nearly scared her to death. The blood had flowed like he was having a period.
How had he been discharged from the hospital after such a short time? Was that even human physical resilience?
"Got it."
Wu Liang answered carelessly and casually glanced at the lesson slide being projected.
The epic of the oldest king in human history, the Hero King Gilgamesh.
It was quite nostalgic. Back then, he had also been a top student. He had memorized this material inside and out long ago.
"School life, huh? I'm looking forward to it a little..."
He looked through the window at the students below who were having P.E. class on the field.
School life really was nostalgic...
The Ever-Unscrupulous Young Master
Once this class, which had nearly put Wu Liang to sleep, ended, Ye Luotong gave him a complicated glance.
As though denying something, Ye Luotong shook her head self-mockingly before leaving the classroom.
The instant Ye Luotong stepped out of the classroom, the previously silent room erupted.
Everyone launched into a heated discussion about Wu Liang's changes, and most of them were girls.
Especially after seeing that Wu Liang had remained quiet throughout the entire class without causing any trouble.
The girls gathered together and chattered endlessly, occasionally casting glances at Wu Liang.
After all, having spent an entire year with Wu Liang, they all knew exactly what kind of person he was.
As his classmates, they knew his personality and way of dealing with people better than anyone.
The old Wu Liang had seemed like a reckless, arrogant little thug. Even during class, he always managed to stir up trouble.
But the current Wu Liang seemed more like a calm, aloof sage, as if everything were under his control.
The changes in Wu Liang had sparked an intense interest in them. No one knew why he had become like this.
But they had to admit that the current Wu Liang was indeed much better than before, even incredibly charming.
"Boss! What happened to you? Where's that pompadour you were so proud of???"
A scruffy boy sidled up to Wu Liang. His messy hair looked like a bird's nest.
He had once been one of Wu Liang's lackeys, and he had come up with countless bad ideas for Wu Liang.
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