Luo Ye glanced indifferently at Yang Mingfang: "Teacher Yang, the reason why I firmly chose the sciences is precisely to avoid encountering you again. Even if it ends as Teacher Xiangyang predicted, I'd accept that. Avoiding you is my greatest wish, truly!"
"You..." Yang Mingfang said furiously, her face turning red: "Ungrateful! You think I want to teach you? So arrogant!"
Luo Ye retorted fiercely: "Being arrogant is still better than pretending to understand when I don't!" She was truly angry. Her best subjects were language and English, and she had never hidden this, always ranking in the top three in each English exam. Why did this old hag always pick on her? Was it because she spoke too quickly for her to understand? She had tolerated this old woman for a long time. Should a student's tolerance be boundless?
