His medium length hair always got him in trouble at school, but he never listened, his uniform, always messy, either he wouldn't wear the jacket of the track suit, or come without his uniform.

Studies? He never liked it, neither did he put efforts to. Rumours has it he had failed a few times and is already 20 years old despite being in the last grade of high school.

This year, being significantly more important for students of his year, because they are going to attend gaokao, college entrance examination.

But... He remains unbothered.

But recently there's been an improvement, he has been attending classes. It was a surprise for all.

Little did they know the reason. It was because of the new intern teacher. She's quite young compared to other teachers, and teaches under the guidance of Mr. Yang.

And she, captured his heart. So much that he ought to make her his. Now he knew he had issues, but being obsessive about someone? Was a new level for him too.

The class, 12E, the one you feared the most, it was rowdy. The students wouldn't listen to you, and their comments.

You were standing in front of the class, on the small stage, at the podium. No one was actually paying attention, or so you thought.

You didn't dare meet your eyes with any student, especially the boys. They were sick, you didn't know students could speak such things about the teachers, or maybe it was because you were an intern.

You turned around to write the English letters on the board, trying to ignore the whispers.

Qinglang was sitting quietly on his seat, observing you, when another student, Wang lei, said something inappropriate about you to his friends.

And snap.

In a second the murmuring class came to a silence as a loud thud was heard, before the commotion started.

Students stood up and gathered around, watching Qinglang pin lei to the ground. With lei's cheek visibly red.