These were words from Lu Yutian, and they naturally etched themselves into everyone's minds.
The students were furious.
"Not satisfied? With so many academicians teaching here, what more does he want?"
The class was heatedly discussing this mysterious figure when Mou Taohui, holding his textbooks under his arm, hurriedly entered the classroom.
Today's first class was his to teach.
He glanced casually over the twenty-nine students sitting below the podium. Not seeing that familiar face, he quickly understood the situation. Lowering his head, he checked his wristwatch and secretly muttered to himself about whether that little ancestor would show up for class or not.
A student directly asked Mou Taohui, "Professor Mou, is the last student coming or not? Do we really have to go and invite him?"
Though the word "invite" was spoken, the tone was anything but polite.
