She originally thought that Qiu Mu would step into a certain music classroom, but she was still walking towards the end of the corridor until she reached the penultimate classroom, which was well-lit and decorated in a very quaint style.

Qiu Mu held her book and stepped into the classroom, and soon the cheers of some boys could be heard in the classroom.

Ji Yun didn't think too much, took three steps and two steps at a time, and entered the quaintly decorated classroom not long after the autumn dusk.

There were twenty or thirty students in the classroom, and almost every one of them had a very specially decorated book of poems in their hands.

"Are you also a student in our modern poetry class?" On the podium, a young male teacher wearing a retro bow tie smiled and asked Ji Yun, who came in last.

The young male teacher is quite handsome, especially the way he is dressed today. He looks like an aristocratic son from the Republic of China period. He has round silver-rimmed glasses, a permed hairstyle without bangs, and holds a book of poetry with a sense of the times in one hand.

One hand is fair and slender, and he is preparing to copy the poem that I will talk about today.

"That's right." Ji Yun replied perfunctorily.

"I don't think so. Most of the people who choose my class are girls. Boys often have other thoughts." The young male teacher has obviously never met Ji Yun, and he also feels that Ji Yun came to class deliberately to pursue a girl.

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Although students are free to choose any teacher's summer course, the male teacher still doesn't like students with ulterior motives to tarnish this modern poetry class.

"Tell me, which poet is the poem I'm copying now?" The young male teacher obviously didn't intend to let Ji Yun in, and asked with a bit of interrogation.

After saying this, the young male teacher glanced specifically at the girls in the classroom, and his eyes involuntarily swept across Qiu Mu's body.
Chapter completed!