Crossing in the Gambling City

ft the

's colleague, a gentle young man with glasses who

, named Lucas, was

oral degree, yet here he was, teaching hi

ourse, knew

ntrance, Lucas happened to overhear lyrics like "I want you drunk in my arms for real"

what trouble have you caused again? Miss Linda has such a good temper; do

ly suppressing the smile on her face, n

hat guy your admirer? He not only said you look b

Lucas is quite nice, a very honest person. He just gave me flowers on Valentine's Day.

sroom, quickly went back in. On his way out, he coincidentally saw Li

ues for weeks, and seeing this scene u

g and just Linda's student, he couldn't

me appearance, already a young man. Due to his average family background, Lucas, a Ph.

ess of poor academic performance or inappropriate age, they were easily forgiven. As for himself, a P

ingly planted under these c

the cl

school, the textbook's content was

he knew most of it. However, to achieve a good gr

he still needed to study seriously. Overall, th

ed with her attractive appearance, the other

s seat among a gr

ons for the future, made Su Yehao feel particularly wonderful. Even his

is previous textbook, finding it almost brand new. Except for s

his way, not worrying about academic achievements. Considering the fa

e was already sitting in the classroo

ion in class a

inking that perhaps this young master had turned over a new leaf for tha

eighbori

ed a scolding from his father at home,

is parents had already arranged for him to attend a university in Australia. Even if h

lasted for more

opened his eyes in a daze. Observing his hairstyle, it was obvi

ng ar

re was no school administrator outside c

t something was amiss and looked a

Liam's eyes ne

any othe

ually paying attention in class

nnial st

tests to determine who would be s

m couldn't help but feel uneasy! If he remembered correctly, thinking back over the past

what he was seeing. He silently told himself that

ntil the e

at Jason Hart's desk, only to see neatly arr

in disarray, muttering to himself, "What the h

hoice but t

on Hart as a scapegoat, but if Jason Hart's grades took off... just thinking abou

art's notebook again. This time, he covered

r, "Damn it! No sen