Actually, she wanted to say "not worth a damn," but in front of the great scholar Luo, she still chose a more euphemistic expression.
"This is the school's rule. Look at you, what do you look like in that ultra-short skirt!" the homeroom teacher said.
"I think it's quite nice," Lou Yanli remarked indifferently from the side.
Of course, the homeroom teacher recognized Lou Yanli. He was one of the top students in the school and also, it was said, came from a very powerful family background.
"Lou Yanli, go to your class. Xu Chaomu is one of our students, so you shouldn't be concerned," she said.
"If you keep making Xu Chaomu stand in the playground, then I definitely have something to say about it."
Lou Yanli frowned, his smile fading, taking on an unapproachable demeanor.
For the first time, Xu Chaomu realized that Lou Yanli could be so cold. In an instant, he went from the pear blossoms of February to the harsh ice of winter.