Sun Yumin, Liming’s homeroom teacher and Class 9’s advisor, was a fresh college grad.

He looked boyish, with a smiling baby face, and got so nervous he often stuttered.

Even compared to Liming or steady Student Council members, this young teacher seemed immature.

On the first day, Teacher Sun’s nerves caused endless blunders.

He misread several names in a row—only realizing he’d grabbed the wrong roster.

He even led the whole class astray, getting lost in the school building.

Class 9’s students were speechless; having such a teacher left them torn between laughter and tears.

Liming finally stepped in to spare Teacher Sun further embarrassment.

Though he lacked teacherly authority, it was a case of losing in one place but gaining in another.

At least he bonded easily with students.

Actions speak louder than words. Sun Yumin, still fiery-hearted, taught seriously.

But outside class, he was just a bit timid.

When Liming and Zhangqianxing entered the teachers’ office with forms, they froze.

Their homeroom teacher stood flushed and flustered between two female teachers, helpless.

With his doll-like face and meek nature, he was easy prey—even rowdy students bullied him.

He looked like a porcelain figurine, ripe for teasing by girls.

“Ming… should we hold off?” Zhangqianxing shrank back.

Approaching now felt disastrous—he might get torn apart by their teacher or those fondling his cheeks.

Either way, he preferred staying on teachers’ good side.

“If we wait, we’ll sprint down the hall like wild men later,” Liming countered.

In the busy shared office, Teacher Sun didn’t notice his students witnessing his awkward moment.

Torn apart? Or lose dignity? For Zhangqianxing—a free spirit who believed “my head may fall, my blood may flow, but my hair stays perfect”—it was agony.

Liming decided for him. Ignoring the harassing teachers, he dragged Zhangqianxing forward.

“Teacher Sun, we’re here with the forms,” Liming said, smiling reassuringly.

Zhangqianxing looked utterly screwed.

Instead of embarrassment, Teacher Sun’s face lit with relief.

The female teachers stopped their antics, exchanging glances before retreating to their desks.

“Phew… Good thing you came. Things could’ve gotten messy,” Teacher Sun admitted.

He felt no joy from the attention—only fear. Such scenes could cost him his job.

“This is tough. You’re just too cute—a perfect target for teasing. If you don’t want—”

“Shut up. Respect the teacher. That’s not for students to say,” Liming cut in, kicking his friend subtly.

Zhangqianxing always spoke recklessly around girls.

Moments ago terrified, he now acted casual.

“Ahaha, right! Don’t take my words seriously, homeroom teacher—just nonsense,” Zhangqianxing backpedaled.

Teacher Sun’s briefly hopeful eyes dimmed. Being seen as someone who liked bullying stung.

“You saw everything… don’t spread it. It might hurt my image with colleagues.”

“Don’t worry~~ We’ll keep it secret~~” Zhangqianxing promised.

“Those things aren’t our concern. Here’s the form—it has 65 students’ info. The roster’s borrowed for roll calls; the Student Council hasn’t issued a new one yet.”

Qianning High School rules banned private copies—even teachers couldn’t print rosters.

Some classes hid under-the-table deals or privileges, requiring Student Council adjustments.

“So fast? Amazing! Without you two, I’d still be sorting this,” Teacher Sun beamed, taking the form.

Having Liming saved him endless time—a luxury other teachers envied.

“One student’s info is missing. She forgot her phone; I’ll fill it this afternoon. The form’s usable but can’t be submitted yet.”

“Missing? Liqianying… Oh! Uncle Li’s daughter. She’s got a temper. Must’ve been tough, Liming.”

“…No. It’s my duty as class monitor to earn your trust.”

Both boys caught the hidden meaning—reclusive class beauty Liqianying had ties to their teacher.

In Qianning, connections weren’t everything, but smooth sailing needed them.

Class 9 was an elite squad. Without real skills, Sun Yumin wouldn’t lead it fresh out of college.

Liming’s mind raced. Form delivered, he turned to leave—

but Teacher Sun’s words stopped him.