It seemed Rong Jun was not sad at all. Instead, he was clearly here to show off.
When President Xue caught Rong Jun's drift, he acknowledged the man expressionlessly. "I only have one disciple. He has not done much other than creating a shape memory alloy driver. He's so irritating."
Rong Jun's cheeks trembled. He nearly choked on the tea in his mouth. He said annoyingly, "Enough already. I know you are just bragging about your disciple."
President Xue glanced at Rong Jun sideways. "I am not as accomplished as you. I only have one disciple, but you have three."
"Correction, it's not three but four disciples." Rong Jun did not want to lower himself to President Xue's level and argue about this. "I have recently accepted a new disciple."
It was four against one. He could outdo President Xue on just quantity alone.
