Su Xiaomeng pursed her lips and smiled at him, "My surname is Su, and I am your lecturer for literature translation this semester."
Her voice was neither loud nor soft. As soon as she finished speaking, the previously bustling noise suddenly quieted down, and a sea of heads turned to face her...
The students in the back row, unsure of the situation, mumbled in bewilderment and whispered to each other.
Su Xiaomeng blinked her eyes... silently placed the teaching materials on the podium, and cleared her throat...
Just then, the class bell rang, and the boy tidying up the desk was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat down in the first row.
Soon after, several male students immediately moved their seats to the first and second rows; the effect of having a young and pretty female teacher was just that immediate.
Su Xiaomeng couldn't help but laugh out loud, because such a scene brought back so many memories of her own student days.
