The usual professor, after pushing open the classroom door, strides in with a brisk pace, his black robe fluttering as he moves, sometimes with a pipe clenched between his teeth, trailing a continuous wisp of blue smoke.
But today, this 'Professor Yao' entering the room steps lightly, almost silently, as if a ghost drifting in, with robes as motionless as a model cast in iron.
The sunlight from outside hits his wax-yellow face, identical to Professor Yao's, revealing a translucent amber-like quality, yet his slicked-back hair remains as glossy as ever.
Therefore, Zheng Qing immediately confirmed that this 'Professor Yao' in front of him was not the real Professor Yao.
He turned to look at Xiao Xiao.
The Absolution's diviner adjusted his glasses and nodded slightly. Though the two exchanged no words, they silently confirmed and unified their opinions.
The figure on the podium was indeed not the real Professor Yao.
