The Young Matriarch
Chapter 850: As Long as We Don’t Dance on Graves, We Are Still Good Friends

Chapter 850: Chapter 850: As Long as We Don’t Dance on Graves, We Are Still Good Friends

He Feng felt he might really be falling in love.

Bai senior seemed to have looked at him many times.

He Feng’s face turned red, and his hands clenched tightly under the table.

His sister, He Nana, had apparently encountered her destined true love through some noble’s guidance and was going to get engaged these days.

Speaking of her future brother-in-law, he had a legendary experience – he was once a driver’s son in his biological father’s home, but then a noble pointed out that he was the biological son of the prestigious Wang family of the Imperial Capital.

As for who exactly this noble was, he was not clear.

His grandmother and sister were quite strict with him, not allowing him to date in high school, but if it were this "Immortal Teacher"... perhaps it wouldn’t be disallowed, right?

There were several of their He family members in the class.

This was also the very reason why Bai Chuwei chose to come to their class.

Professor Ge forbade her from following them to bitterly criticize them, and she had finished all the work of cleaning the relics in the laboratory, so bored and idle, she came to visit their school.

He Feng, He Ye, He Yue – these kids were all direct descendants of the He family clan, and while the people of the He family had quite amiable personalities, their academic performance was... poor, so this generation of children was all sent to the international class of Yinhua High School.

The words "international class" seemed impressive, but it was a class where wealthy students with poor grades were placed, always ranked last in the year-end academic performance.

Bai Chuwei glanced at He Feng and the others a few times, then smiled and said, "It’s boring at the archaeological site, so how about... I teach you some math?"

He Feng’s face got even redder – he could be falling in love.

Wow wow wow—!!

The class had no more than twenty students, all of them screaming excitedly!

Indeed, their grades were poor, but no student didn’t wish to improve their grades.

The beautiful homeroom teacher, who was also a math teacher, was so excited she almost started screaming with the students. She immediately grabbed a stool to find a corner to sit in, ready to listen attentively to the lesson.

Students from surrounding classrooms couldn’t stay in their seats; one after another, they crowded in, even the corridor was packed with people sitting cross-legged, and the doorway was even more congested.

A couple of friendly classmates from other classes simply shared one stool between two.

This popularity was shocking.

Many had attended the Immortal Teacher’s online classes, right?

But have you ever attended the Immortal Teacher’s class in real life?

Guaranteed, you have not!

By the time Professor Ge, Professor Sun, and a group of experts along with the archaeological staff managed to squeeze their way up, they saw this scene.

An entire classroom was packed with over a hundred people!

What’s more shocking was that cameras were set up at the back, live broadcasting to the screens in every classroom.

This level of presence...

Even their archaeology experts didn’t receive such reception when giving lectures!

Every time Bai Chuwei said something, there would be students nodding as if they understood.

"Do you have any questions?"

One of the students from another class, standing with a notebook, couldn’t resist asking, "Does the Immortal Teacher have any free time? Could you find the time to teach us other subjects too?"

"Yeah, yeah, if it’s the Immortal Teacher, I don’t need a winter break, I’ll just stay at school!" A girl sitting in front of He Feng raised her hand and shouted excitedly.

A student shyly said, "Does the Immortal Teacher have extra time? Could you maybe teach one lesson per day to each class?"

The group of archaeologists at the door: ...Damn!

So these students were here to snatch people from them?

Professor Ge simply pushed his way through and said outright, "No, she doesn’t have extra time!"

Bai Chuwei turned around, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the group of archaeology professors, "Wasn’t the professor dancing?"

Professor Ge: "..."

We’re still good friends if we don’t bring up dancing on graves.