Ding Beitu flipped his sleeve, wearing an expression of pride.
"Oh, how about making a call to your student? If it's true, I'll treat you to lunch for a month!"
"I'll take care of a dinner, haha!"
"I'll be responsible for a month's worth of fruit."
"Then I have no choice but to be early."
A group of professors laughed heartily.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
As it happened, by coincidence, the phone on the table started vibrating.
It was a call from Gong Ling.
Ding Beitu glanced disdainfully at his colleagues, turned on the speakerphone, and at that moment, he resembled an old king.
"Hello, Teacher Ding, this is Gong Ling.
"I have great news for you. All the martial arts students in class 3 have met the Wuda admission line."
On the other end of the phone, Gong Ling was very excited.
"Haha, Gong Ling, even though you didn't get into the top four, 18 cards are still impressive. You can come find me at Qingwu."
Ding Beitu laughed.
