Instructor card?
Facing the middle-aged man's interrogation, Fu Qian was also puzzled in his heart.
Was his identity not that of a student, but an instructor this time?
That was indeed unexpected.
However, it wasn't a bad thing; an instructor's identity clearly allowed for more freedom of action compared to a student.
"Let's go outside first."
Seeing that quite a few students were looking over with confusion, the middle-aged man realized their conversation had already caused some disturbance and gestured for Fu Qian to follow him out.
They made their way to the entrance, where the middle-aged man's gaze turned stern, signaling Fu Qian to wait in place.
Then he took Fu Qian's card and swiped it on a device nearby.
"Fu Qian?"
Half a minute later, as the middle-aged man looked at the information displayed, he sized Fu Qian up and down, his expression complex.
"That's right, it's me."
It seemed he hadn't changed his name this time.
