Having taken the measurements, Gu Yueyan, without a word, led the students back to Class One. After clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention, Gu Yueyan smoothed the strands of hair at her temples, tucking them behind her ear. “Let's put the seating arrangement aside for now. Everyone introduce yourselves, it's good to get to know each other.” Her hands rested on the podium, conveniently covering the lecture pad where Ren Hao had placed his love letter, making Ren Hao’s heart skip a beat.

"I'll go first." A soft female voice broke the ice. "My name is Cui Wenwen, I graduated from No. 15 Middle School, and my best subject is Chinese, I like reading novels and listening to music, I hope we can become good friends."

Ren Hao froze, his eyes quickly scrutinizing Cui Wenwen. He initially thought it was his memory failing, or that Cui Wenwen was too inconspicuous, leaving no impression on him this time. However, it now seemed impossible for such a situation to occur.

This girl named Cui Wenwen had a Sony earphone clipped to her collar. She was very quiet and beautiful, perhaps due to poor health, her complexion had a sickly pale appearance. She had a faint, reserved smile on her lips, a very serene air about her.

Very pretty, and full of personality.

Such a girl wouldn’t be overshadowed anywhere.

Ren Hao fell into contemplation.

Next, Jiang Wei, eager to impress Dong Xue, quickly introduced himself, rambling on for a long time, lacking any logical structure.

The rest of the people Ren Hao knew: were the outgoing Feng Li, the introverted Dong Xue, the gossipy Jiang Beibei, and the homebody Meng Bin.

Finally, it was Ren Hao's turn. He avoided Gu Yueyan’s scrutinizing gaze and slowly stood up. "My name is Ren Hao. I have eclectic interests, but my grades aren't too good, I hope everyone will help me." Actually, in terms of literary skills, Ren Hao, who had been a publishing editor for a few years, wouldn’t be inferior to Gu Yueyan, the Chinese teacher, but he was naturally not very expressive and wasn’t used to promoting himself.

He always felt that if he acted too capable, people would inevitably have expectations, and those expectations, in Ren Hao's opinion, were just burdens and pressures.

Low-key. Humble. Polite.

This was Ren Hao.

Gu Yueyan nodded in satisfaction. She flipped open the lecture pad with a serious expression. "Now, let’s arrange the seating. Starting with the student numbers, I’ll call out your names and you come up to sign. Then, starting from the seats against the wall, you sit down one by one. And so on..." Before she finished, her voice suddenly paused, and her gaze fell on the lecture pad with a hint of suspicion.

Because a four-fold letter caught her eye. Or rather, the beautiful handwriting on the letter caught her eye.

It read: A love letter to Teacher Gu – age is no issue.

Everyone was puzzled as to why Gu Yueyan suddenly stopped speaking, and they all cast her strange glances.

If it were any other teacher, their expression would probably be quite colorful at this moment. However, Gu Yueyan was different. She first glanced at the students below, then slowly unfolded the letter, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed.

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Ren Hao’s palms were sweating profusely, he had put a lot of effort into this love letter.

Gu Yueyan read it slowly, and just as Ren Hao was anxiously waiting for the outcome, a sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from outside the door, da da da da, quick and powerful.

“I’m Xia Wanqiu, deputy head of the political and educational department. After the start of the new semester on September 1st, I hope you will all straighten out your appearance, girls’ hair cannot be longer than ears, boys’ hair cannot be longer than eyebrows.” Xia Wanqiu, in her late 20s, was thin, her pretty eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses revealed a faint sense of authority. "Teacher Gu, once you’ve finished arranging the seats, you can dismiss the class."

Another beautiful teacher appeared, and the students couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.

“Teacher Gu?” Seeing that Gu Yueyan was looking at the letter and ignored her, Xia Wanqiu couldn’t help but lean over curiously. Once the words “love letter” caught her eye, Xia Wanqiu’s brows immediately tightened, and she glared at the students below, yelling in a stern voice. "Who wrote this love letter to Teacher Gu? It’s incredible, that you dare to write a love letter to a teacher before the semester even starts! Quickly tell me, who is it?"

A love letter?

To the teacher?

Everyone gasped in shock.

Jiang Wei looked at Ren Hao in astonishment. "Haozi, who is it? They’re so bold!” To confess to a teacher was something they couldn’t even imagine.

Seeing that no one responded, Xia Wanqiu slammed her hand on the table, enraged. "I will find out about this. If you don’t confess, just wait to be expelled." The impact was simply too terrible, Xia Wanqiu immediately snatched the letter from Gu Yueyan’s hand and stormed out of the classroom.

Ren Hao wiped away a cold sweat. He nearly fainted, mainly because Xia Wanqiu was so intimidating.

The way she looked, it was like she wanted to devour people.

Huh?

Ren Hao suddenly became puzzled. Why did she ask who wrote it? Could it be...?

Suddenly, he remembered that he was probably too nervous and forgot to sign his name at the end of the letter.

The heart that was hanging in his chest finally returned to his stomach. Ren Hao let out a sigh of relief. Seeing that Gu Yueyan’s expression hadn’t changed at all, and she was arranging seating as if nothing had happened, he sighed helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

His handwriting had changed a lot since then, Xia Wanqiu probably wouldn’t be able to trace it back to him for a while.

This little incident made the guys in Class One excited, and they secretly observed each other, curious to know who the hero was who dared to be so bold.

"Ren Hao."

Ren Hao nervously walked to the podium, signed his name, and took a glance at Gu Yueyan’s full chest before sitting down at the seat by the bed. Behind him was Jiang Wei, in front of him was Jiang Beibei, and his deskmate was Cui Wenwen, who had been outside the bounds of history.

"Alright, the seating arrangement is temporary for now. If there are any special circumstances, or if you are unhappy with your seat, you can talk to me privately. We’ll arrange it again after the start of the new semester, depending on the situation." Gu Yueyan gave them a cold stare with a poker face. "High school is a very important period, I hope you all focus your energy on studying and don't waste your time on useless things. Whether you write me a love letter or write one to your classmates, I don’t want to see it again.”

Gu Yueyan crossed her arms. "The class monitor position will be held by Dong Xue, who has the best grades in our class. Is that okay?”

Dong Xue nodded to the teacher through her glasses, then lowered her head and continued with her homework, not wanting to waste a single moment.

"Yeah, the class representatives for other subjects will be appointed by the teachers. As for the Chinese class representative, anyone who wants to be it, please raise your hand."

Everyone was still a little uncomfortable and no one dared to volunteer. Ren Hao was eager for this position that would allow him to interact with Gu Yueyan for a long time, but after much hesitation, he didn’t dare to speak up.

“In that case, I’ll appoint someone.”

Ren Hao couldn’t tell if it was his imagination, but he felt Gu Yueyan’s gaze lingering on him as if she were watching him secretly.

"The Chinese class representative..." Gu Yueyan drew out the words, her pupils slowly focusing on him. “Will be Ren Hao.”

"Wh, what?"