Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

Mr. Fang was furious at his unruly students who did not bother to pay one last respect to him. They were going against his rules with them acting up.

The noise was too much for him, making him very irritated.

\'Enough is enough!\' He thought before raising his hand in the air, while taking off his mask with the other hand, so that the blind students could see his facial expressions, and be able to tell what his mood signified.

Immediately he took off his mask, the cheers from the students, progressively died down.

Instead of a warm Mr. Fang, they saw a furious one standing at the podium and glaring at them.

\'What, he is angry!\'

\'Why is Mr. Fang angry?\'

​ \'Did we do something wrong?\'

\'Huh? Why is cousin angry?\' Shu Rushi thought in surprise.

She too was quite shocked when she saw the angry gaze from him when he took of the mask.

Shu Rushi was unaware of his battle, and it wasn\'t surprising, since He didn\'t acknowledge her, nor regard her family that much.

"He is really angry..." Zhang Liling muttered under her breath while staring at the stage with a calm gaze.

"What do you think he will do to us?" Tungmei asked in a low tone.

Zhang Liling shook her head, "I don\'t want to use my brain for things like this."

Why would she bother to think of possible punishments from Mr. Fang? She was already thinking that he might punish all of them and give them minus points from whatever they would score in the exams on his course.

After the students quietened down, Mr. Fang gave all of them a scrutinizing gaze before saying...

"A good number of you broke one of my rules, and that is noise making. I think you have all started to lose your memories now that your exams are close. I will take this first offence as being caused from studying too much."

This verdict came as a surprise to all of them, but it was so sweet that they were nearly tempted to cheer again. But if they do, what were they going to blame?

So as much as they wanted to scream, they could only forcefully hold themselve back and chorus, "Thank you, Mr. Fang!"

"Secondly..." Mr. Fang started saying without acknowledging their response.

"I don\'t like this fuss. If you have any flowers with you, please take them outside. I will give everyone 5 minutes to do that and return to your seats for our last lecture."

\'What? He wants us to throw the flowers out?\'

Those who had the time to still think instead of hurrying outside with the others immediately, got to their feet when they saw a good number of students leaving their seats with the flowers.

Zhang Liling shook her head and asked Tungmei, "where is your flower? Bring it out and give it to me."

Tungmei quickly did as she was told. Zhang Liling snatched the flower from her and picked up the one she had on her desk.

Then she looked around for the students that were coming from behind. She sighted one who looked like a handsome popular guy, and held his sleeve when he got to her side.

The male student wanted to curse at whoever what was holding him back from descending down the stairs. But when he turned around with that frown on his face and realized who the culprit was, he calmed down.

"Classmate, please help me out." Zhang Liling smartly passed the both her and Tungmei\'s flowers to him, and flashed him a full-blown smile.

The student had no choice but to take the flowers from her and leave.

It\'s not like he liked Zhang Liling like that, because that girl was a tyrant. But he couldn\'t stop himself from helping when a beautiful girl smiled at him.

Mr. Fang watched this interaction and his brows furrowed further. He already had the mask back on his nose when the students started to leave their seats, so one can tell his facial expression.

Outside, Bolin sighed in relief as the students came outside with the flowers.

Instead of throwing them away or casually putting them somewhere, the students, placed them neatly beside the wall of the lecture hall.

Those who came at last, had to keep theirs beside others since the line had already reached the end.

"They were really truly trying to suffocate him without knowing." Bolin thought and shifted away.

Even he couldn\'t tolerate the scent coming from the flowers when put together like this, it was a little too much.

Now that all the students had settled down, Mr. Fang started with his lessons.

"I will finish from where we stopped in our last class which will last for half an hour. After that, we will do revisions for 2 hours, and I will take questions which will last for 20 minutes. And then, we will call it a year."

This was the announcement he made before going to the white board and picked up a black marker.

For two hours and thirty minutes, the student of the department of business management, lent Mr. Fang their ears.

As much as they would like to oggle at that mature handsome face dressed in that cool outfit which made him look better to them more than ever, this last lecture was also very important to them, so they had to pay attention.

Once the time was up, it was time for questions.

"The lecture is over, it\'s time to ask your questions. Remember not to offend me with personal questions, or I will really deduct points from you." Mr. Fang warned.

He knew beforehand that most of the students would deviate from the kind of questioms they were supposed to ask on a \'special\' day like this, and with this kind of opportunity hence, he had to do something about it.

Most of the students were disappointed now that they couldn\'t get personal with their questions, still, some of them raised their hands to ask away.

The first question was relating to the topics they should cover for their exams.

Mr. Fang adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose while gazing at the male student who asked the question.

"Read all the notes I gave to you, and the ones I made you make by yourself. If you can recall everything I said all of those times I stepped into this hall, and your attendance is intact, you will be landing yourself a good score. Next question please..."