"...Weng Pinting!!"
Bi Yanling chose to vent her emotions and started screaming.
"What gives you the right to talk to me like that?! You're just a Psychological Consultant who couldn't even stay in Beidu and got kicked out. What do you know about what goes on in our universities?!"
Too easy.
Nan Zhubin clicked his tongue as he watched Weng Pinting, looking a bit bored.
And Weng Pinting really didn't bother with any more tug-of-war; she was just pouring out ammunition.
"That's about enough. You want to wave your faculty position around now? Don't you have any idea how you got into our university in the first place?"
"You've got no overseas exchange experience; your first, second, and third degrees aren't from any top 985 either. Forget Beidu— even if you went to the coastal first-tier cities, at best you'd get a 'up-or-out' contract as academic cannon fodder. Do you really think your current position is something you can use to attack other people?"
