"Has something happened that I don't know about?"
The professor on the podium crossed his arms, biting on his pipe, eyes squinting with a smile. He gestured for Jiang Yu to return to her seat while looking around, "… It seems everyone had a really pleasant holiday. Just looking at your faces, each one of you looks radiant and full of energy. Someone who doesn't know might think you've all gotten married over the winter break!"
The classroom immediately erupted in a low, amused laughter.
Zheng Qing felt he couldn't hear those two words right now.
He sensed the strange gazes directed at his seat were increasing, and knew he had to do something.
"Professor!"
The young scholarship student decisively raised his hand, interrupting the professor's small talk on the podium, and loudly asked, "During today's registration, the schedule showed that the Thursday afternoon course couldn't be selected... Everyone's asking if there's a problem with the course selection system."
