Ding Chunqiu pulled the two people into his office.
As if he had seen a treasure, he kept scrutinizing, nodding, and praising.
Mumbling to himself: "Not bad, not bad...really not bad..."
His small eyes seemed as if they wanted to devour them.
Making Zhang Chengwen and Li Chengwu feel uneasy.
Both were very polite, and when they saw Ding Chunqiu, they composed themselves and quickly bowed to greet him.
"Greetings, Principal Ding!"
"Greetings, Principal Ding!"
Ding Chunqiu waved his hand and said, "No need for all those formalities when you meet me. I think your talents are great. From today onwards, you're my students, and I want to take you as my last disciples."
Last disciples?
Zhang Chengwen and Li Chengwu were taken aback.
Isn't this a modern university? How come there's talk of last disciples?
The senior who brought them here was almost dropping his eyeballs...
