Byron Second Basic Academy had a new teacher arrive.
A young teacher with golden curly hair, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a lofty nose bridge, and deep-set eyes—it was that kind of distinctly three-dimensional Western facial structure.
Tall, but quite slender.
Handsome and graceful, with an exceptional presence.
Eyes clear, and corners of his mouth always carrying a gentle smile, whenever anyone asked him a question, he would explain with a soft voice and endless patience.
All were boring questions, such as "What's your name," "Where are you from," "What do you teach," "Do you have a girlfriend."
Yaxi.
From Thirteen District.
Teaches social science.
No, and he was not interested in those sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls.
His class was one of the few open elective courses in this school that anyone could choose, so driven by curiosity, when he began teaching, this classroom meant for fifty people was crammed with seventy.
