Chapter 6.1

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Quietly Advancing and Retreating

Today was Friday.

After this weekend, there were nine weeks remaining. Sixty-three days.

The entire week, it had been raining on and off, and the classrooms were damp and chilly.

She clasped her hands together to warm herself and then started to copy down Gu Pingsheng's notes on the blackboard.

Gu Pingsheng had very beautiful blackboard writing. When she was in primary school, she had intensely practiced her calligraphy, and she recognized that he was writing in slender gold script[1] style. At the time, she had only felt that this particular script was free and unrestrained and carried its own type of charm.

"Those who like to write with this type of script are usually people who tend to display their abilities ostentatiously." Her calligraphy teacher had once stated this.

But in no way could he be associated with the idea of "displaying his abilities ostentatiously."

At this moment, his right hand was in the pocket of his trousers and his left hand was loosely grasping the white chalk, fluidly writing out a row of Chinese characters while using English to give the introduction for today's class.

Gu Pingsheng was the only teacher this semester willing to teach his course as a bilingual one. Even those teachers who had returned from Japan still persisted in writing their blackboard notes in their out-of-practice English.

In fact, when the university was enrolling students after their college entrance examinations, specific attention and importance had been placed upon their grades in English. At the end of her second year, there were only three people in their class who had not yet passed their CET-6 English tests yet. He did not at all have to go to such trouble for so few people. But, in these small, insignificant details, he still always put careful thought and consideration.

"Liu Yi." After finishing the introductory words for today's class, he turned around to look at the class prefect. "Where's Shen Yao?"

The class prefect choked on a response for a long while and turned his eyes to Tong Yan. Those girls in Tong Yan's dormitory room were all experts at playing hooky. Most Fridays, they were not around. Who knew where they had gone today?

"Teacher Gu, Shen Yao's rehearsing with the school orchestra and requested a leave of absence from today's class," Tong Yan braced herself and fibbed.

"What about Wang Xiaoru?" Gu Pingsheng's voice was very neutral.

"Wang Xiaoru ... had something suddenly crop up in her family and also got a leave of absence."

His eyes scanned over the classroom once, quickly distinguishing between those who were simply sitting in to listen and those who truly belonged to this class.

"Wen Jingjing did not come either?" His gaze was on her again. This time, even the students who were simply sitting in on the class were starting to whisperingly discuss this.

Tong Yan gripped her pen, not even able to avoid his gaze. She was the only one from her dorm room who had come to class, yet she was the one who had become the target of attack ...

She could feel that her cheeks had grown a little hot. "Wen Jingjing is sick." She really wanted to stress that this one was the truth and she was genuinely sick.

"Next Monday, have the three of them head over to Administration and go to my office." His tone remained unperturbed.

Tong Yan's heart dropped. Oh man, they were in trouble this time.

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