[ Young professor: In that case, let's arrange a time. ]
Qin Shu looked at the message on the screen and looked up at the podium in front of her. The lecturer was a middle-aged man in his forties with a slight beer belly. He was a little bald too.
This was the kind of professor in her memory.
She retracted her gaze and looked at the computer screen. She quickly replied with a message.
[ Qin Shu: Let's make it 10 am on Saturday. The classroom nearest to the dormitory. ]
[ Young professor: Alright. ]
It was rare to see the young professor replying with one word.
From the conversation just now, Qin Shu knew that the young professor was not a teacher but a student.
If he was already a professor, how could he be a student?
Qin Shu did not have time to think too much because her class had already ended. She still had to rush to the next classroom. It was also a class that most students would not choose.
