Silence.
Ji You didn't speak.
Neither did Ye Hong; he furrowed his brows, his eyes twinkling with light.
A few seconds later.
Ji You took a step forward and initiated, "Hello Professor Ye, I'm delighted that you've come to be a judge."
Ye Hong: "Hmph."
Ji You: "…"
This—
Is it what they call offering a warm face only to get a cold shoulder?
However, after several confrontations with this old man when handing in her assignments, Ji You had roughly figured out his personality: exceptionally stubborn and meticulous.
When facing such an old man, there really is no need to be petty.
After greeting him, Ji You was about to return to her workstation when Ye Hong suddenly spoke, "Did you just handle this Snow Juice?"
Ji You paused midstep, turned around, and nodded: "Yes, Professor Ye, I handled it in front of all the senior students and my classmates within 20 minutes."
Ye Hong remained silent, his gaze returning to the newly processed material.