Sitting in the back offers a better view, and the teacher won't know if she does anything funny. Qiao Xiaoni thinks sitting in the back is quite nice, and even if she were offered a front seat later, she wouldn't go.

As chemistry teacher Du Nan entered the classroom, she subconsciously loosened the buttons on her collar. It was her first day officially teaching students, and she was incredibly nervous.

Qiao Xiaoni saw that the teacher who walked into the classroom was indeed very young, but not very tall, only about 1.7 meters. He was wearing black glasses and was obviously a bookworm.

To be able to teach at a university at such a young age, one must have some connections. I glanced at him and looked away.

Du Nan introduced herself to the students according to the planned procedure, and then began the class.

University chemistry isn't as tedious as other courses, or rather, their current learning isn't as complex as it will be later; they simply spent half a class on it. It wasn't as tense and confrontational as the previous class.

Qiao Xiaoni closed her notebook and looked out the window. There was still one more Chinese class before she could go home.

Considering her lunch break, she could only go home for lunch and then prepare the ingredients needed for the opening that evening.

The door opened.

Zhao Yan stormed in, his broken right arm wrapped in gauze and tied in a knot by the doctor, hanging around his neck.

I didn't know, I thought he had been in a car accident outside. He strode back to where he was sitting.

Du Nan put down her book: "Where are you going, student? Why did it take you so long to get here after such a long class?"

"I injured my arm and went to the infirmary," Zhao Yan said bluntly, believing himself to be a victim and that no one could help him.

Looking at the culprit who had injured him, he realized why the man looked familiar; it was the ones who had left him the two unfinished meals in the cafeteria that day.

Thinking about the man beside her, he felt that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Qiao Xiaoni raised an eyebrow as she watched him sit down aggressively, but he didn't cause any trouble. That was interesting.

Du Nan followed her over, tapping the table with her hand, and said, "You should have reported back to me when you came in. You didn't say a word. I know what happened to you."

"Teacher, didn't I already tell you? I injured my arm and went to the infirmary. What else do you want me to tell you?" Zhao Yan replied bluntly.

He didn't respect the teachers of minor subjects at all. So what if they were homeroom teachers? He had to call the principal "uncle"!

Du Nan knew college students were difficult to teach, but he hadn't expected to encounter one on the very first day. If he didn't get to the bottom of things today, how could he teach his classes in the future?

"Is this how you talk to me? Shouldn't you stand up and speak properly?"

Zhao Yan glared at the new teacher, then stood up and said, "Teacher, I injured my arm and went to the infirmary, which took some time."

"Sit down!" Du Nan knew when to stop and didn't want to make things worse, after all, today was his first day of formal classes.

He returned to the podium and continued lecturing from the real books, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Yan plopped down on the stool, which creaked as it sat down.

Qiao Xiaoni thought he wouldn't be able to sit on the stool for much longer, and just as she thought that, a loud thud was heard, and the stool under his butt broke in two.

Zhao Yan sat on the floor in pain. He was the first one to arrive at the classroom today and had adjusted the spacing between seats. So his seat was the largest; otherwise, he could have grabbed the desk when he fell.