Zhao Yan sat down again, finally realizing what had happened. The student behind him had bumped him with a table; otherwise, he wouldn't have stood up!

I glanced back and thought it would be a boy, but it turned out to be a pretty girl who looked quite familiar.

Qiao Xiaoni glanced up at him briefly, then looked away, took out her pen, and prepared to listen to the teacher's lecture.

Zhao Yan was a seasoned veteran, and Jia Yue was notoriously ruthless with her students; it wasn't worth clashing with her. He turned his neck slightly and sat down obediently to listen to the lecture. He had thought no one would dare sit behind him at the start of the semester, but surprisingly, a girl sat there.

That's really interesting. I don't know who gave her the guts to sit behind me.

Jia Yue then gave an opening speech and began the lesson, in English.

Actually, her level isn't very high, and her English is quite inaccurate, but that doesn't matter.

Since these children had never heard authentic English before, she spoke with great confidence, feeling extremely satisfied as she watched the students listen.

After speaking for about 20 minutes, I felt I had covered the material enough, so I started asking students questions.

Naturally, the students sitting in the front were asked first. These children are all high-achieving, and I believe they can answer the questions.

As a result, one, two, three... none of them answered correctly.

She only asked a simple grammar question, which had already been covered in class, yet they still didn't understand it.

"What were you all listening to in class? I've already explained it clearly, how come you still read it wrong? How come you still don't understand?"

The voice roared loudly, and the classroom fell silent.

Qiao Xiaoni rolled her eyes. Actually, the first student answered correctly. It was a misunderstanding on the teacher's part that led them to misunderstand.

After Jia Yue finished her outburst, she made the three students sit down and then continued speaking, constantly reassuring herself that it was only the first day and the children hadn't adapted yet.

After what just happened, the students were afraid of being asked questions and tried their best to understand what the teacher was saying.

Seeing how attentively they were listening, Jia Yue's anger subsided, and she closed the book in her hand.

"I've just talked about so much, can anyone tell me the difference between these two sentences?" After saying that, he wrote two sentences on the blackboard with chalk. At first glance, they looked exactly the same, but upon closer inspection, there were differences.

Changing a single letter in English can change the meaning of the entire sentence.

Qiao Xiaoni knew what was going on with just a glance; she wouldn't raise her hand to answer.

She glanced at the seats and saw that there was an empty seat in the first row, and she thought about it for a moment.

I knew who it was for because I didn't see Professor Tang's daughter. Thinking about what happened last time, I had hoped to see her today to find out what had happened that day, but she didn't come, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Seeing that no one answered, Jia Yue looked around, then, thinking of the girl who was late today, she flicked the chalk in her hand and threw it over.

It's normal for teachers to hit people with chalk, and she didn't think she did anything wrong.

Qiao Xiaoni caught the chalk with her hand the instant it flew towards her, then stood up.

"Teacher, what do you mean by this? I was listening attentively, I didn't doze off, and I didn't talk to anyone in private. Why did you throw chalk at me?"

“I… I didn’t hit you with that chalk, I hit the wrong person,” Jia Yue said through gritted teeth.