39 Don’t Worry, I’ll Just Break a Leg! 6yr

Translator: GodBrandyEditor: Kurisu

Under watchful eyes, the class door opened, and a lanky man appeared at the door, reaching his hand so as to push the door open.
The man was roughly a meter eighty, his long hair pointed towards the sky as if he had been electrocuted. Even among ‘shamate[1]’ hairstyles, this one was of highest quality.
Both eyes had rich dark panda-eyes, seems like it was known as smokey-eye make-up? It was a popular trend years ago—during that time, a beautiful world-class female celebrity had the iconic smokey eyes.
All of the students stared at this man without blinking.
Under the sudden glare of so many watchful eyes, the man embarrassedly scratched his head and laughed as he said, "Looks like it’s the middle of the class, sorry to bother you guys."
"Who are you?" The chalk in professor Smith’s hand snapped in half as he asked in English. The professor was furious; the consequences would be grave!
"A white?" The lanky man waved and said, "Step aside first, I’ll leave once I find someone. I won’t bother you guys for long."
A vein popped on Professor Smith’s forehead—he was getting ready to give this lanky man some colors to see.
However, as the lanky man waved his hand,