Qiao Yun was actually in a difficult position too.
Fortunately, she had Zhou You. She didn't take anyone else's car; she took a taxi instead.
Qiao Yun nodded her little head: "Mmm, that's fair."
"Not bad," Qiao Yun praised Zhou You, who was in the driver's seat.
Zhou You: ??
He was somewhat flattered and a little bewildered.
But in any case, I was praised by Professor Qiao.
Excited, Zhou You stomped on the gas pedal, and the car roared, starting to drift at high speed.
After a moment of silence, Qiao Yun said, "There's still time before class begins."
Zhou You, thumping his chest with determination, grinned and assured, "Don't worry, I absolutely won't let you be late."
Qiao Yun felt that Zhou You was a diligent bodyguard, just a bit slow on the uptake.
Too bad he wasn't her student, or else she would have penalized him to copy lines ten thousand times.
With the main character gone, their rivalry had no point.
