C32 The Angry Qi Le

On the podium, a white-haired professor was fiddling with a computer in an unpracticed manner, and the sparse people under the podium were sitting in the back of the classroom in groups of three or five. Less than half of the people in the huge classroom had come.

Qi Le, who was forcefully pulled to the first row, pouted. Xu Xuanxuan silently sighed.

This could not be blamed on her