Huai Shi could only nod and sigh.
"So, this is about persecuting me again, right?"
"As your teacher, I'm also very gratified that you can see things so clearly."
Luo Su's smile became like that of the kindly grandfather on a family-sized bucket of chicken, appearing benign and harmless.
He simply pulled out a document from the drawer of his desk and slowly pushed it towards him.
His gaze was earnest, full of expectations for the young man's future. Everything was clearly already arranged.
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In the end, Huai Shi still ended up accepting the trouble tossed his way by Luo Su.
No matter how troublesome it looked.
Whether it was the favor owed for the Summon Dragon Flute or Luo Su's bill, Huai Shi had no valid reason to refuse.
Moreover, this wasn't some personal matter of Luo Su but official business for the Ivory Tower. As a teacher at the Ivory Tower, if the research division allocated it, could Huai Shi refuse to go?
