Only seeing the instructor running over with steady steps, standing in front of the students at last, he was a man who was sunburned all over, muscular, and looked like Meng Nan, a power type.
He shook hands with Zhao Xuefeng with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, nice to see you again."
"Haha, Mr. Liu, I'm leaving these kids to you."
Mr. Liu nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, you go rest first."
"Alright." Zhao Xuefeng laughed, waved to everyone, and walked towards the office building.
After Zhao left, Mr. Liu put away his smile and became serious.
He faced away from the sun, sweeping his sharp gaze across the field, yelling in a dull voice, "From right to left, count off!"
"1, 2, 3… 32"
"The Ancient Medicine Class 42 should have 33 people, 32 are present. Can anyone tell me why one person didn't come?" After saying this, his face seemed even darker.
The one who didn't come was naturally Wang Sicong, still lost in dreamland.
