Yu Xiaochun saw that her persuasion worked and was very happy, rushing back to report gossip to Qin Wenrou.
Ao Xinghao snorted, "Think it through, once you make your move there's no going back, a bet's a bet, don't complain later."
You guys have no brains; anyone who looks down on me is a fool!
Everyone nodded eagerly, "We've thought it through, we've thought it through."
Someone couldn't resist placing another bet, of course, all betting that Lan Qingxin would fail.
Ao Xinghao registered and collected the money one by one, showing them no kindness.
Office building.
Professor's office.
Gou Dachun comforted Huo Zhen, had some lunch, and returned to his office early to grade the senior students' exam papers.
While grading, a notification popped up on his computer: "You have new mail, please check."
Gou Dachun suspiciously opened his email.
He didn't seem to have anything lately that required an email response.
Could it be spam?
He clicked it open.
