"You guys are incredibly lucky, having received a free class."
After Lu Qingyi left, Wei Song ascended to the podium, leaning both hands on the table, as he slowly started off.
Yes, incredibly lucky indeed.
In the past, Lu Qingyi only held two classes a week at Hardrick, and every single session was packed with students.
Perhaps she was too busy or too lazy, sometimes she wouldn't even show up for class. Hardrick's students used to say that being able to attend Lu Qingyi's class was a special opportunity, a stroke of great luck.
"Actually, Professor Wei, we often get to attend your classes. Isn't that lucky too?"
"Ha ha ha, indeed, it is lucky to be taught by someone of your own age."
"Professor, isn't it a bit of an exaggeration to describe it as 'incredibly lucky'?"
"Maybe it's because Lu Qingyi doesn't come to school often, so it counts as being lucky?"
"..."
