I Chose His Class and I Chose Him

My elective teacher, Lu Chen, is young, good-looking, and teaches slowly. Half of the girls in the school rushed to take his class, and I was one of them. But that's not the point. The point is, the "master" I made an appointment with on a niche website turned out to be him. When I pushed open the hotel room door and saw the familiar face on the podium leaning against the window looking at his phone, my first reaction was to run. But I didn't run away. He stopped in front of me, looked down into my eyes, and his tone was completely different from that in class: "Lin Wanzhao, why are you running?" I stammered: "Lu... Teacher Lu..." "There is no teacher here." He said, his voice was very soft, but there was no room for doubt, "It's just you and me. Do you remember what you promised?"