Sometimes a woman's sixth sense can be so accurate that it scares her.
As Professor Yan arrived, the classroom quickly quieted down, and the students had all heard their own teachers describe him, so they could guess what kind of person Professor Yan was.
A man past the prime of life, commanding presence without anger, an exemplar among teachers.
Professor Yan scanned the classroom with his gaze and took up the chalk to write his name on the blackboard—Yan Xiuyue.
The students collectively stood up and bowed at a 90-degree angle to greet Professor Yan.
"Good day, students!" Professor Yan nodded from the podium, his voice old but still resonant like a bell: "Please, sit down."
The students thanked Professor Yan before sitting down.
