Professor Sutton's writing speed really couldn't keep up with Norbert Sutton's speaking pace, with a snap, he threw his pen onto the table.
He glared at Norbert Sutton, with a look of being bitterly disappointed: "Doing it on purpose, huh? Why are your demands so high? To find a girl that meets your requirements, you'd have to wait until doomsday."
"Norbert Sutton, don't go too far!"
Norbert Sutton changed his sitting posture, propping his chin with one hand, his eyebrows raised: "Earlier, you complained my big brother's words were perfunctory. Now that I'm being detailed, you say I'm going too far. Why are you so hard to please?"
Professor Sutton: "..." Where's my cleaver?
"Alright, my requirements aren't that high. As long as you sincerely look, you'll definitely find her. It's not like she's an alien." Saying this, Norbert Sutton stood up and yawned.
