Yang Muxue looked at Luo Qianyu on the podium, eloquently speaking, and felt a hint of bitterness in her heart. When she saw Luo Qianyu's gaze move towards her, she quickly turned away. Knowing it was impossible, why did she still continue?
Luo Qianyu frowned slightly. He could now confirm that Yang Muxue was avoiding him, but why? Weren't they just fine last night?
"Teacher... I'm feeling a bit unwell..." a girl sitting in the third row from the back, said with a pained expression. She had been feeling unwell since morning, but she loved Luo Qianyu's classes, so she had endured until now.
Luo Qianyu followed the voice and saw the girl's pale face, her forehead covered in beads of sweat. He immediately understood the reason for her pain.
Walking up to her, Luo Qianyu said to the girl, "Give me your hand."