After leaving the office, Zhao Rong and his assistant stepped into an elevator.
Inside, Zhao Rong voiced his suspicions. "Assistant, don't you think there's something strange about President Wang Guihua?"
Standing by the doors, the assistant watched the floor indicator lights flicker one after another. "I think the president isn't just strange; he's unreasonable. If we listened to him and put on wigs, heavy makeup, women's clothes, and high heels—turning ourselves, actual men, into women—wouldn't that be agonizing? If we went through with that, forget about studying at a women's university. Just living a normal life would be difficult."
Zhao Rong nodded in agreement. "Being forced to dress up as a woman when you're a man... The very thought is excruciating."
He then grew pensive. "Assistant, when we went to President Wang Guihua's office, it was already past midnight, yet we saw students in there discussing scholarships. Don't you find that a little odd?"
