At this moment in the Yanda campus, Molly Zimmerman walked out of the library with a fellow female student with a backpack on her shoulders.
The girl looked at her ingratiatingly, her face full of anticipation, "Molly, for this speech contest organized by our department's student council, could you help us out and ask your fellow hometown friend Kenneth Osborne to be one of the judges?"
Molly Zimmerman was nicknamed the Benevolent Molly. Few in the department called her by her real name unless they sought her help.
She gave a slight smile and said nonchalantly, "Him? He's in the computer science department, not humanities. Why do you need him as a judge? Isn't the law department good enough? Can't our public relations people speak for themselves?"
