The teacher froze upon hearing this.
Ling Shen was clearly late, and he was apologizing, but the teacher felt that he was the one in the wrong, and Ling Shen was scrutinizing him.
The teacher was stunned at first, then reacted, wiped the sweat from her forehead, mechanically turned to look at Ling Shen, forced a smile, and said, "Ling, Ling Shen, you're here. Class is about to start, hurry up and find a seat."
Ling Shen was polite; he nodded slightly to the teacher as an apology for being late, and then walked into the classroom.
The classroom was already quite full, though not completely packed. People were scattered in various corners, making it difficult to find a single seat.
Ling Shen walked over, his gaze first scanning the area before settling on the last row of seats by the window.
The view from that spot is quite good.
Ling Shen's eyes flickered imperceptibly before he strode toward that spot.
The boys sitting in the second-to-last row were the most mischievous boys in the class. Their families were quite powerful, and they would go home to inherit the family fortune after graduation.
So they don't pay much attention in class, and sometimes they even deliberately talk back to the teacher, who can't do anything about it.
Before Ling Shen arrived, they were all sitting slouching, but when they saw Ling Shen's gaze fixed on their spot, they all adjusted their posture.
Ling Shen walked towards them step by step.
Ling Shen's expression didn't change; he didn't even look at that spot.
But when those people realized that Ling Shen had his eye on the seats behind them, they all became nervous.
As Ling Shen drew closer, their hearts were in their throats.
This is a case of a powerful dragon encountering a local tyrant.
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