As soon as the student finished speaking, the others echoed.
"That's right, that's right. Professor Xia, you taught me really well. What I look forward to the most every day is coming to your class."
"Don't listen to those people's nonsense. I think they're just jealous of your talent. Professor Xia, you're my goddess."
Xia Wanyuan stood on the podium and looked down. The pairs of clear eyes were filled with trust and affirmation for her.
Actually, after hearing Principal Yang's words, Xia Wanyuan did not feel much. The title of professor was the same to her, no matter if she had it or not, but now, seeing so many people supporting and looking forward to her,
Xia Wanyuan suddenly felt that standing on this podium, she had taken on a lot of responsibility and hope. She should not give up first.
"Thank you, everyone." Xia Wanyuan smiled faintly. "I'll still be standing here tomorrow."
