“……”
Zheng Ren was speechless. He did not know how to answer this brave child.
"Self-study class?" Su Yun glanced at the boy and asked,"what grade?"
"The second day of the new year."
"You've learned the origin of peachflower, right? ancestor Ziyun avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty and led his wife, Yi Ren, to this desperate situation. Asking what era it is today, I don't know if there is han, Wei, or Jin. "
"..." The eighth-grade boy looked at Su Yun in shock, as if he had seen a demon. Was he a teacher? Furthermore, she was a Chinese teacher who had just arrived. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to be so familiar with the class text.
"What's the next sentence?" Su Yun blew out a breath of air, and the black hair in front of her forehead fluttered.