The teacher for this class was a balding, chubby middle-aged man, a common sight in these types of settings.

But in just one session, he’d become a student favorite—not because his teaching was particularly fun or humorous; in fact, it was painfully dull. The main reason was that he simply didn’t care what the students did during class.

Even when Yan Xinya suddenly let out a loud “Oww!” that interrupted his lecture, he merely glanced her way before continuing without a word.

Attendance was equally laid-back; with his head down, he marked each name as if completing a checklist, not caring if someone answered on behalf of another. He didn’t seem to notice, or care, if the voices didn’t match the listed genders at all.

By the end of class, only about half of the students remained, scattered around the room.

But the teacher didn’t seem to notice, sipping his tea as he lectured, entirely unconcerned with how many students were actually there.

“Ning Chu, elective courses open for registration next week.”