Professor Zhao was probably aware that she couldn't squeeze another commitment into her schedule.
However, she kept thinking about it.
Just as this thought once again popped into Tan Mo's mind, Professor Zhao requested her presence in the staffroom.
Professor Zhao grinned at her. He looked abnormally friendly.
"Professor Zhao, don't smile at me like this. If you have something to say to me, just get straight to the point." Tan Mo found his smile rather devious.
Professor Zhao: "…..."
"I came up with a question for you. I want you to try to answer it."
He claimed that it was only one question. However, Professor Zhao ended up digging out a stack of A4 paper that had been stapled together.
It was as thick as the textbooks she used to have back when she was in elementary school.
Tan Mo: "…..."
