บท 997: Give Others A Chance to Live, Please?

Zhou Wenbin's lecture theater was on the third floor, being one floor away from Li Ziqi's.

For the entire class of 50 minutes, Zhou Wenbin's performance could be said to be perfect.

"It must be 99 points at least, right?"

When the bell signaling the end of the class rang out, Zhou Wenbin heaved a sigh of relief.

Although teachers and students had come and left during the class, the room remained at full capacity. After all, the people waiting outside the corridors had been ready to fill up the vacancies at any moment.

"Some of them must have come only because of my ties with my great-grandfather. However, being able to use interesting content and personal charm to let them stay was my capabilities."

It was impossible for Zhou Wenbin to feel unhappy.