"Hello, classmate, my name is Zhang Jing, a new student in the preparatory class. Who should I report to?"
There were quite a few people coming and going. Zhang Jing stopped a maturely dressed woman and asked.
The woman was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with cascading black hair, long legs, an upright posture, and yellow skin.
"Zhang Jing," the woman murmured in Mandarin, opening a list she carried with her. After a moment, she said, "My name is Gusg. You are my student, in preparatory class two, in the classroom next door."
The pronunciation sounded like Gus, or perhaps Gus.
The name, as the name suggests, represents beauty and romance, and for Gus, it perfectly suited her.
"Oh, it's the teacher," Zhang Jing flattered. "You look so young; I thought you were a classmate
