Wait a moment! Isn’t that person on the podium Zu An?

Shi Kun rubbed his eyes, fearing that he was seeing things.

He wasn’t the only one doubting their sight. Almost every single student in the room was staring at Zu An, eyes wide in disbelief.

“How did that fellow make his hairdo? It looks pretty cool. Should I give it a try someday? Also, what’s with the music? It’s really making my heart pump fast,” murmured Xie Xiu softly.

“Now that I’m taking a closer look at him, he’s actually quite good-looking. He looks much more imposing in this getup compared to his casual look,” added Zheng Dan.

“Why does this fellow look so much more pleasing to me than before? My gosh, I must be going mad!” Wu Qing sniffed.

Chu Chuyan finally started to recover from her initial shock. Her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her at all—that the person on the podium was none other than her husband. Despite her usually cold personality, she felt her face burning up. Had there been a hole right beside her, she might have just leaped in without a second’s hesitation.

“What are you doing?!” she secretly threw her voice at Zu An, her anxiety clearly evident.

Zu An shot a glance at her, but didn’t respond to her question.

Chu Chuyan bit her lips and carried on, “Stop messing around and go back!” 

She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life before. All her life, she had always been the one in control. Even in the academy, she had a lofty presence that no one dared to mess with.

At this very moment, however, she felt like she was sitting on a bed of needles. She felt the entire class staring at her weirdly, their mouths ready with words of derision...