The teacher with the low ponytail led him out of the bungalow and back along the covered walkway.
"Dr. Nan." After a while, the teacher with the low ponytail couldn't help but ask, "How many days a week will you be coming?"
Nan Zhubin's response was relatively cautious: "I will need to understand your work model here more comprehensively before making arrangements. But please understand, I also have work over at Jingwei, so..."
"Understood, understood." The teacher with the low ponytail did not question anything Nan Zhubin said.
The two walked through the corridor, turned into the main building, and their footsteps echoed in the hallway. Five minutes later, the teacher with the low ponytail opened a door at the end of the hallway, stepping aside to let Nan Zhubin enter first.
The room was large, about thirty square meters. There were two rows of desks, and the windows faced south, providing good lighting. In the corner were a few folding lounge chairs and camp beds.
