"Bye, Teacher!"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Teacher Lin Feng."
"Thank you for today, Teacher. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused."
One by one, Lin Feng's students left the classroom, their voices trailing behind them like the fading notes of a melody.
Chu Jiangyue's polite nod, Wang Yuyan's composed smile, and Su Wanwan's enthusiastic wave all left a lingering warmth in the room.
The desks and floor, once alive with activity, now seemed almost still, as if the space itself were exhaling after the morning's lessons.
Lin Feng leaned back slightly, allowing himself a quiet moment of relief.
Teaching was demanding, not just in skill, but in patience, in reading the students, in guiding them beyond what they thought themselves capable of.
He had barely finished processing the flow of the morning when the door opened again.
A familiar silhouette slipped inside, quiet yet commanding.
Lin Feng's gaze caught her immediately, and he felt the pull of instinctive attention. Qiao Mei.
