Wen Li left early that day; I don't know what the school's arrangements were.

But hearing this result was not surprising at all.

"Zhou Xingyue has karmic obstacles related to speech; she often gets angry over trivial matters, which severely damages her luck. Her current predicament was inevitable."

Regardless of whether she was framed or not, given Zhou Xingyue's usual temperament, her future life will be full of obstacles.

Zheng Ke's head was spinning: "You, you can read faces?"

Wen Li nodded: "I know a little bit about it."

Zheng Ke's eyes widened, and he quickly said, "Then, can you take a look at it for me?"

Wen Li nodded: "If you stay true to yourself, you will definitely achieve your goals, and your future will be limitless."

Zheng Ke may have poor grades in his class, but he can still rank in the top 100 in the whole school. As long as he doesn't get discouraged, he will naturally do well in the future.

Zheng Ke was surprised; Wen Li hadn't even asked her what she wanted to calculate, yet she had just blurted it out.

That's amazing!

The classroom bell rang, interrupting Zheng Ke's words, and he quickly returned to his seat.

The first period on Mondays is always taught by the homeroom teacher.

Then, instead of the homeroom teacher, a young and gentle man appeared, about thirty years old, wearing a white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

When the strange man entered, the students fell silent, staring blankly at the reserved and gentle man on the podium.

The moment the man entered, Wen Li's eyes immediately glued to him.

Chu Mingtai's gaze fell on Wen Li for a second, then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Let me introduce myself, I am your new homeroom teacher, Chu Mingtai."

The next second, Wen Li stood up in shock, the stool under her bottom tipped backward with a sharp, piercing creak.

"You, you..."