All right, the young master of the Pei family finally decided to see the error of his ways.
Qin Ming felt happiness come too quickly, like a tornado that whisked him up to the clouds, leaving him floating and nearly in paradise, not knowing whether he would land on his butt and shatter it when he fell.
Ah, being a teacher is tough, but being a good teacher struggling to survive in the cracks is even tougher.
As Qin Ming was sighing to the heavens, little did he know that Class Two was already seething with excitement.
"Holy shit, Brother Yan, are you really going up there to read the reflection? What do those old farts mean by this? Are they not giving Brother Yan face?"
"Not giving face is one thing, but not even providing a template, who knows what the hell a reflection should look like?"