The language teacher had been teaching diligently. When he saw Ye Caitang in a daze, he immediately reached out and slapped the table.
"Ye Caitang, please stand up and repeat what I just said."
Ye Caitang: "…"
She stood up and blinked innocently at the language teacher, silently opening her red lips.
"Sir, I wasn't paying attention just now. I don't know what you said."
The language teacher—Shi Nian—could read lips because he had gone for special training and had a hidden identity. When he saw Ye Caitang's straightforward answer, he was suddenly speechless.
"Ye Caitang, this is in the final year of high school. This is also the most important year. I hope you won't give up on yourself and study hard."
"As long as you're willing to work hard, you won't regret it in the future. God helps those who help themselves…"
"It's not just Ye Caitang. Everyone here should do the same thing. I hope that you…"