"Her name is Dai Shulan, you must have heard of her, right?" the Marxism-Leninism teacher said with laughter, the wrinkles on her face all bunching up, "She's also rated as one of the campus beauties, and I've heard she's ranked quite high. By the way, you must have attended this year's orientation party, right? She was the host; if you went, you should have seen her."
Luo Ziling listened, utterly dumbfounded.
He obviously knew who Dai Shulan was; they had even interacted on stage during the orientation party, but they hadn't been in touch since then. What he hadn't expected was that the normally stiff and cold Marxism-Leninism teacher would actually play matchmaker for him and Dai Shulan, encouraging them to meet and hoping they would fall in love.