The "interview" with the relevant department ended at six in the afternoon.
After Baoyangzi left, Old Yao only sent Jiang Yu out of the office first, leaving Zheng Qing behind. The young scholarship student clutched the pocket watch in his pocket, thoughts racing.
Even though he was very familiar with it already, being alone in a room with a legendary-ranked Great Demon still made him a bit uneasy.
"Phew..."
The professor bit on his pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled two thick streams of smoke from his nose like a fire dragon just waking up. He looked leisurely at the young man behind the desk, kind and amiable: "How does it feel? Is it difficult?"
Zheng Qing guessed he was asking about the class they just had.
"It was okay, I could understand it."
He scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly—in fact, he couldn't quite tell if he was genuinely shy or just pretending to be, often just instinctively putting on the familiar mask.
"As long as you can understand it."
