Zhang Wei whirled around to find a woman standing at the podium. She had brown curls, a delicate heart-shaped face, and downcurved lips, a pair of rimless glasses perching on her nose. Dressed in a professional white shirt, a dark-colored fitted skirt that reached her knees, black stockings, and black heels, she held a teacher pointer in her hand.0

Zhang Wei stared at Vermilion Bird, and an embarrassing thought flashed through his head: it wouldn’t be wrong to pursue his college teacher in a dating sim…0

No! Stop! Zhang Wei gave himself a figurative slap. This isn’t the time for daydreaming! Our lives are on the line here!0

Vermilion Bird maintained her composure as a teacher....0