The bell rang for about ten seconds before quieting down.
Just as the bell stopped, a figure suddenly walked in through the classroom door.
This figure was a woman, clad in a plain white dress that traced the outlines of her perfect, tempting figure—with curves and contours in all the right places.
Her hair was brownish-yellow, cascading down like a waterfall and stopping just at her waist, moving with an air of grace.
It was only when she stood at the podium facing everyone that Chen Hao was slightly taken aback.
She had an exquisitely flawless face, with skin so fair it looked better than some photoshopped pictures.
Her features combined Eastern and Western beauty—uniquely gentle, with long eyebrows, rosy lips, a pert nose, and large eyes, the irises tinged blue.
Chen Hao knew these were her natural eye colors and not because she was wearing any contact lenses.
Overall, she could be described in just one word... beautiful!