In the office area outside the computer research lab of Building No. 1, Wei Luxue sat somewhat awkwardly across from Mo Jingchun.
No words were spoken, but the inherent pressure made Wei Luxue aware that a mentor is always a mentor, and regardless of age, one feels perpetually uneasy in their presence.
On the desk, two large red notebooks lay quietly, and Wei Luxue occasionally sneaked a glance at them.
Mo Jingchun looked at Wei Luxue with a half-smile, making Wei Luxue nervous enough to pick at her fingernails.
"I rarely take you along normally, yet you act as a spokesperson for the school."
Wei Luxue lowered her head even further.
"Let's not talk about taking graduate students today, let's talk about you. Now that you've graduated from graduate school, do you have any plans?"
"No."
"No?"
