"Right, Teacher, I got a haircut, so you didn't recognize me, did you?"
Zhou Yi replied casually.
Liu Wei scrutinized the lower half of Zhou Yi's face again. A flicker of realization crossed his mind—yes, it truly was him...
Good grief, this boy always used to hide behind those absurdly long bangs and oversized black-rimmed glasses, blending into the crowd like a shadow cloaked in gloom.
But who could have imagined that beneath all that lay a face even more striking than a movie star's? No, scratch that—it wasn't merely comparable to a celebrity's; it surpassed them entirely.
As a heterosexual man, Liu Wei struggled to find the right words to describe such beauty. Yet judging by the reactions of the girls around him, one thing was certain: Zhou Yi was about to become infamous—or perhaps famous—for something entirely different now.
Liu Wei waved dismissively. "Go stand in your usual spot for now. We'll discuss your absence from the class meeting later."
Without hesitation, Zhou Yi strode toward his regular position. As he passed through the classroom, every pair of eyes followed him like magnets drawn to steel.
It wasn't an exaggeration—men glared with envy, while women stared with hearts fluttering in admiration.
Zhang Wu frowned deeply as he watched Zhou Yi approach. "Who do you think you are? Did you wander into the wrong class or something?"
For reasons he couldn't quite explain, Zhang Wu harbored an inexplicable disdain for this newcomer. Standing next to someone like Zhou Yi made him feel utterly insignificant—as if he were nothing more than a lump of clay compared to polished marble.
"Oh, come on, Zhang Wu! Why are you being so rude? If he wants to stand there, let him. What's it to you?"
"Besides, Zhou Yi isn't here anyway. Let the poor guy have his spot for a moment," another voice chimed in.
"Yeah, don't be such a killjoy," added yet another.
"Handsome, which class are you from?"
"Can we exchange contacts, classmate?"
"Are you a transfer student?"
The girls in the room buzzed excitedly, showering Zhou Yi with kindness they had never shown the original owner of that body. In the past, no girl had ever spoken to the old Zhou Yi without mockery or ridicule. But now, their attitudes had undergone a complete transformation.
Zhou Yi smiled faintly, addressing the group with quiet amusement. "I'm Zhou Yi. Don't tell me none of you recognize me?"
His words landed like a bombshell. For a brief moment, silence blanketed the room before erupting into laughter.
"What a joke! You're hilarious!"
"How could Zhou Yi possibly look like you? Stop fooling around!"
"He's probably hiding somewhere in the corner right now."
"Yeah, stop teasing us already. Tell us which class you're really from..."
Some girls even began speaking to him in flirtatious tones, their voices dripping with coquettish charm. After all, when faced with a handsome man like this, how could any girl resist?
Zhang Wu clenched his fists tightly as he realized that among those giggling and chatting with Zhou Yi was none other than the girl he secretly adored!
Damn it! He hated this stranger standing beside him. And what infuriated him most was realizing that the girl he admired was just as shallow as everyone else, captivated solely by good looks.
With gritted teeth, Zhang Wu glared at Zhou Yi, his expression darkening with each passing second.
Zhou Yi, however, remained silent, waiting patiently until the chatter gradually subsided. Only then did he raise an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
Clearly, the truth had finally dawned on them. This was indeed Zhou Yi—the same Zhou Yi they'd once mocked and ridiculed endlessly.
Several girls turned to each other in stunned disbelief, their eyes wide with shock and uncertainty.
"No way... Is that really Zhou Yi?"