I am Professor Harderland_1

Lu Qingyi's ruthlessness was something he had witnessed firsthand. Even if he didn't respect her former role as his professor, he dare not disrespect her.

At Hardrick, nobody dared to slack off in Lu Qingyi's class. Her sharp eyes saw all clearly.

The accuracy of her chalk throwing was unmatched, as he had once experienced. His forehead had throbbed with pain for a week.

And that was the most lenient of her punishments.

"Wei Song..."

A tall, bespectacled professor turned to look at Wei Song.

He too was a graduate of Hardrick, and he found Lu Qingyi strikingly similar to that notorious professor.

"You're not mistaken."

Wei Song nodded at the man.

This was truly mind-boggling.

"That student..."

"Enough."

Just as a professor was about to criticize Lu Qingyi, the tall one stopped him and whispered in his ear.

"Alright, go to the infirmary, your face has turned a bit swollen."

Wei Song gave a light cough, speaking to Lin Xiaoni.