When the monthly meeting ended, it was fully dark as the professors left the office building-101.
The senior professors were the last to leave the conference room.
They deliberately slowed down in order to leave adequate time for pondering.
In the quiet corridor, apart from the whispering conversations between the paintings on the wall and the sculptures at the corners, only the casual talks of the professors were left.
"Since he has already entered the First University, he naturally has his reasons…" Old Yao, puffing on his pipe, vaguely said, "After all this time, there's no harm in waiting a bit longer."
"Exactly, exactly, it's the beginning of the semester, there's plenty of time to discuss whatever matters after the end-of-term exams," Professor Li's feeble voice was blown by the chilly wind in the corridor, instantly making the atmosphere eerie.
Luckily, the professors were all experienced, and didn't pay much attention to the odd atmosphere around them.
