As soon as Chen Xuan stepped into the classroom, forty-four pairs of eyes in Class 7, Grade 1, snapped toward him in unison.
After a single look, almost every student felt deeply disappointed. They had hoped for a more interesting homeroom teacher, but the man before them looked even more unremarkable than any they had had before. To use a single word: mediocre.
The entire class felt a sense of dullness; only Jing Yunkun widened his eyes in a ferocious glare.
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