Wang An was trapped by the persona he had built for himself over the years.
Reluctantly, he slowly said, "Of course, it's an honor for Mr. Nan to visit. I hope that Mr. Nan can provide some guidance."
Nan Zhubin smiled flawlessly, "Teacher Wang is too polite. We learn from each other."
Wang An almost ground his teeth to dust.
Round one, defeat.
Nan Zhubin sat down in the classroom, right next to Chen Ting, at the very front.
It was a spot where Wang An couldn't avoid seeing him with just a glance.
...
"In this case, the plaintiff—no, the defendant—the defendant skillfully avoided charges of [robbery], hmm, but was eventually convicted of [provocation and disturbance], handing over…"
The students below whispered among themselves.
Wang An, facing his teaching materials, lectured in a manner starkly different from his usual relaxed and free-spirited style.
