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Finally she agreed to let Xue Yang follow her.

This morning's class was a large class. As long as the two of them didn't sit in a conspicuous position, she could fool others into passing the requested part and then they could attend the class openly with Xue Yangguang.

Zhou Yaya and Xue Yang arrived not too late and found a seat at the edge, a little further back in the middle.

This place is inconspicuous and not easily noticed by the teacher.

It was time for class and the teacher walked into the classroom with a thermos in his hand.

The morning class was about fashion creativity, and the teacher was a Mediterranean.

His overall outfit is quite conventional, with his signature blue polo-neck T-shirt, giving him the steadiness of a veteran cadre.

It didn't seem like the director was here to teach fashion creativity, but rather to hold a criticism meeting.

The teacher's surname is Li, and he is famous for his love of calling the roll and checking attendance.

When the client explained the details, she specifically said that if the teacher picked her up to answer a question in class, Zhou Yaya, who was filling in for the class, should wear a mask.

She used the excuse that she was afraid of infecting her classmates with the flu to avoid being asked this question, and made sure not to let Mr. Li see her face clearly.

It is said that Lao Li has an abnormal memory. If Zhou Yaya does not wear a mask and happens to answer a question and is remembered by Lao Li, she will be in trouble for the rest of the semester.

As expected, Mr. Li started the class only after calling the roll.

After the class officially started, Zhou Yaya immediately got into the state. She not only brought a textbook but also a notebook. She took notes seriously while listening.

She herself didn't expect that she would suddenly become interested in fashion design after graduation.

Xue Yang said he came to accompany Zhou Yaya, but he listened very carefully.

The course was more than halfway through and Mr. Li had already covered the key points.

At this moment, he temporarily stopped teaching, walked back to the podium, picked up the thermos on the table, and drank some water to moisten his throat.

While Lao Li was drinking water, Zhou Yaya was taking notes seriously, writing down the parts she thought were exciting.

The huge tiered classroom suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, Lao Li's powerful voice suddenly exploded in my ears: "Is Yin Lu here?"

No one answered.

"It seems that he is not here. Then who answered Yin Lu when it was called just now? Stand up consciously." Old Li put down the thermos cup and said calmly and slowly.

But it is precisely this calm sound that is more likely to make people uneasy.

It took Zhou Yaya a few seconds to realize that "Yin Lu" was her client.

"Yin Lu" was called by the teacher individually, and it was her turn to answer.

Zhou Yaya quickly pulled out her mask and put it on. Before Lao Li could completely lose his temper, she stood up abruptly and raised her hand very neatly, like a primary school student answering a question: "Teacher, I'm here."

Old Li looked in the direction of the voice, and his slightly cloudy eyes suddenly trembled.

The students were all sitting just now, so he hadn't seen the circle of feathers around Zhou Yaya's waist.

At this moment, Zhou Yaya stood up, and the feathers shook with her movements.

It gives people an extremely clumsy feeling, and inexplicably gives people a feeling that a roc is about to spread its wings.

Old Li was unsure, so he closed his eyes and opened them again a second later. The circle of feathers around Zhou Yaya's waist was still there.

"Are you Yin Lu?"

"It's me, teacher." Although she was wearing a mask, Zhou Yaya still felt guilty and unconvinced, so she secretly pulled the mask up a little more.

There is only a gap for a pair of eyes between the bangs and the mask.

"Nonsense, you are not Yin Lu!" Old Li slammed the table angrily.

Zhou Yaya was a little confused. She thought that she didn't expose herself.

Although Xue·School Bully·Yang was once the king who dominated the campus, even kings have things they fear.

To him, a teacher is an absolute oppression.

Seeing that Zhou Yaya might be scolded, Xue Yang not only did not have the intention to suffer together with her, he even tried his best to lower his head to reduce his presence.

"Tell me, are you here to substitute for Yin Lu?" This time, Old Li did not slam the table. Instead, he pointed at Zhou Yaya and said, "Don't try to fool me. If you don't tell the truth, Yin Lu will lose all her regular marks this semester. Since she doesn't want to take my class, she should just fail it and retake it."

Zhou Yaya didn't expect the old man to be so serious. She was just helping to substitute for a class. If Yin Lu really failed the course and had to retake it, she would be committing a serious crime.

Although Zhou Yaya has graduated, she has not been working since graduation and has been concentrating on doing what she likes, so naturally she has not been hit by the society.

At this moment, she still had some student-like qualities, and that student-like quality was because she was afraid that the teacher would be angry.

She took off her mask, bowed, and said quickly, "Teacher Li, I'm really sorry. Yin Lu is sick and can't come to class, but she was afraid of missing out on such wonderful knowledge, so she asked me to take notes."

"If you don't believe me, take a look." Zhou Yaya held up the notebook.

Old Li squinted his eyes. Of course he couldn't see clearly because there were several rows of seats between them.

He put his hands behind his back, walked down the podium, walked up the stairs, and slowly walked towards Zhou Yaya.

Xue Yang turned his face to the side where Zhou Yaya was not. The old man had already scolded Zhou Yaya, so he couldn't scold him anymore.

Old Li took the notebook from Zhou Yaya and flipped through a few pages at random. The handwriting was beautiful.

All the key points he talked about are written down in this notebook, and the records are clean and logical.

As expected, Lao Li's face looked much better. He placed his notebook in front of Zhou Yaya, bent his fingers, and tapped the table again and again, warning her: "This is not a reason to substitute for the class. If you are sick, just ask for leave normally. If I find out you substitute for the class next time, I will never let you off easily!"

The other students in the classroom couldn't help but gasp. Li the pervert really lived up to his reputation. They'd better attend his classes obediently in the future.

Zhou Yaya reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was really listening to the class seriously, otherwise she would not be able to fool around.

Mr. Li only has one class this week, and Yin Lu should be back next time.

Although she escaped the disaster, Yin Lu managed to maintain her regular grade in this course.

But Zhou Yaya still found it amazing. The client said that Lao Li was also their teacher last semester.

But she had never been called on in his class, and Mr. Li didn't know her.

But how could Lao Li's reaction just now be like he didn't know him? He was obviously very familiar with him.

Zhou Yaya wondered why a male senior student was so familiar with female students?

Is he a hypocritical beast? What does he think of his students?

Zhou Yaya was shocked by this possibility and looked at Lao Li defensively: "Teacher, how do you know I'm not Yin Lu's?"

She swore that if Lao Li dared to show any obscene expression, she would make him pay even if she had to bear the accusation of being disrespectful to teachers.

But Lao Li showed her undisguised contempt: "This is the first time I've seen a student from the Department of Fashion wearing such tasteless and ugly clothes like you."