The young man put down his pen and turned around gracefully. His slightly disheveled hair hung across his forehead, hinting at a lazy indifference. Yet, his strikingly beautiful brow and eyes made people want to shatter that cold demeanor, though no one dared to move.
It was because of the wickedness in his eyes and the rebelliousness in his bones that made them feel a chill at the mere thought.
The Buddha beads on his wrist added to his cold and distant aura.
The classroom below burst open with chatter, disregarding Yu Nian on stage, as everyone leaned in to whisper.
"Wearing Buddha beads, is he a believer?"
"With such a fierce presence, Buddha? Nah, probably just wearing them for fun."
"Why are you all focused on a bracelet? Just look at that face, it's making my knees weak."
"The face doesn't matter, look at the hands, the hands!! These hands are so perfect I could kiss them forever. Hand lovers are rather pleased!"
