The phone call was from Chen Qiaomu.
Even though Xu Wendong was Qingyuan, and a big shot in the provincial capital's underground forces,
Even though he was a cultivator, capable of crushing first-rate masters,
In front of the goddess he secretly admired during his university days, he felt an inexplicable nervousness, but more so a sense of awkwardness.
Because he didn't know how to face her.
How to face the feelings that never began.
However,
he still pressed the answer button, and immediately a pleasant voice came through, "Hello, Teacher Xu, I'm Chen Qiaomu from sophomore Class 6. I have some academic questions I'd like to consult you about. Do you have time?"
"Sure!" Xu Wendong eventually agreed, even though he didn't know how to face these feelings, he couldn't bear to refuse Chen Qiaomu.
"I'll wait for you at the school gate!" Chen Qiaomu said, smiling as she hung up the phone.
