"Why are young people like this nowadays? The world is really degenerating."
"I remember when I was young, I didn't even have a seat when I attended lectures. I could only stand in the last row by the wall. I still felt that it was a great honor. I'm not like the people now. Tsk tsk."
Before the exchange began, everyone was whispering behind her, and their voices reached Xia Wanyuan's ears.
Principal Yang frowned. As the organizer, he could not say much to these teachers who had come from afar. He could only turn around and comfort Xia Wanyuan. "Wanyuan, don't take it to heart. These old scholars are very sour."
Xia Wanyuan smiled. "Principal, I don't mind these words."
The meeting finally began. This meeting was mainly to discuss the update of the school materials.
In order to ensure that the university's teaching materials improved with the times, they would gather experts and professors from all over the country every year to discuss.
