Bi Yanling looked at the computer screen in front of her.
She seemed to be trying to sort out some materials, but her phone suddenly rang at this moment.
Seeing the caller ID, Bi Yanling almost instinctively adjusted her tone, and her expression changed accordingly: "Hello? Dean... Yes, I'm at the school."
"Uh... should I come over to see you?"
"...Okay, okay. Dean, actually, this matter is..."
"...Alright, I understand."
The further the conversation went, the softer Bi Yanling's voice became, and the expression on her face gradually turned stiffer.
After putting down the phone, she looked at the computer screen again but suddenly felt a bit stuck. In a daze, it was as if a giant searchlight was shining on her, accompanied by countless scrutinizing and teasing glances.
Whoosh—
Bi Yanling suddenly raised her head, looking around the project group's office. The students had filled the small space completely.
