The words fell.
The card in the pocket suddenly vibrated a few times.
Zuo Bufan looked down and took out his student card and glanced at it, exclaiming, "Strange, why is someone sending me credits at this time?"
"What credits?"
"50 credits. I suddenly received a transfer of 50 credits, huh, there's another one, wait, why is there another... and another... did I just suddenly earn 200 credits?"
"Four transfers of 50 credits each?"
Qu Zhengying took a deep breath and asked, "How many students do you have?"
"Four, I just recruited them this year."
"What price do students need to pay if they want to sever ties with a teaching assistant?"
"Not much, just 50 credits... wait..."
Zuo Bufan was stunned.
There was a deathly silence in the linked phone.
"I guess your students have already been surrounded by those angry freshmen."
