Chapter Twelve: Doctor Bai, Why Are You Here?

“Wow, who was that girl just now? Her aura is incredible! She’s like a fairy!”
“Yeah, so beautiful. But I never expected Bai Yinyin, who looks so innocent, to wear such revealing lingerie. Tsk, tsk—”
“……”
The surrounding chatter was incessant, and Bai Yinyin, disheveled and furious, was hopping mad.
Why did her uniform fall apart completely? It must have something to do with Bai Chuwei!
But she had no way of catching Bai Chuwei in the act; she was so angry she could spit blood this early in the morning.
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Bai Chuwei walked through the campus, following the signs to the office of the senior year homeroom teacher.
Henghua First High was not only sprawling in size, but beautifully built, with several small gardens, their fragrance filling the air.
Bai Chuwei shook her head in admiration, recalling how a hundred years ago, this place was nothing but a mass grave.
Entering the office, she saw a middle-aged man with black-framed glasses sitting at his desk, preparing his lessons.
“Good morning, Mr. Zhou,” Bai Chuwei greeted.
Zhou Feng looked up at the sound of her voice, a flash of amazement in his eyes before he quickly composed himself. He picked up the roster, frowning. “You must be Bai Chuwei?”

“I heard you insist on being placed in Senior Year Class Nine. I appreciate your interest in my class. But the pressure in Class Nine is intense; there are major exams every few days. Studying there will be tough for you,” Zhou Feng advised her gently.
A student forced into the class by the Bai family patriarch likely wasn’t a top performer.
Bai Chuwei smiled at his words. “Don’t worry about me, Mr. Zhou. I’m not here for academics.”
Zhou Feng: “???”
What?
He almost thought his ears were malfunctioning!
Not here for academics… then for… people?
Class Nine had Duan Xingye and Xu Xingchen, the heartthrobs of Henghua First High, adored by all the girls.
Instantly, Zhou Feng’s impression of Bai Chuwei soured.
But it was out of his hands; he felt he’d been saddled with a huge headache, and, face cold, stood and walked toward the classroom, motioning for Bai Chuwei to follow.
“Mr. Zhou.”
He frowned, reminding her, “Bai, even if you’re not in Class Nine for academic reasons, you mustn’t disrupt others’ studies. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Bai Chuwei shook her head with a crisp laugh. “No, Mr. Zhou. I just wanted to say, you should get a CT scan at the hospital this afternoon—especially for your breast area.”

Zhou Feng’s stern face twisted into a smile of disbelief. “You’re saying I have breast disease? I’m a man!”
Are today’s students all like this? No respect for teachers, and now she’s accusing him of being ill?
Besides, did Bai Chuwei have an ultrasound probe in her eyes? One look and she diagnoses him with breast disease? She’s not just a doctor—she’s a charlatan!
Utter nonsense!
Zhou Feng was so infuriated his chest heaved.
“Bai, you may not be in Class Nine for academics, maybe you’re chasing boys, but you—”
Bai Chuwei shrugged indifferently, interrupting, “I’m just giving you a heads-up. Believe it or not, it’s your choice.”
Though Zhou Feng was strict, he had good ethics and teaching skills. She merely wanted to give him a warning.
With those words, Bai Chuwei strode past Zhou Feng into the classroom of Senior Year Class Nine, stepping onto the podium.
Before she could introduce herself, an excited, magnetic voice rang out from below, “Divine Doctor Bai, what are you doing here?”