Jiang University Seventh Dining Hall, first floor private room.
Teacher Xiong picked up the still slightly hot teacup, blew on it, took a sip of the hot tea, and then sighed and said:
"Xiaojiang, I came to find you this time because I really have a favor to ask."
"Teacher Xiong, we're already this familiar with each other, there's no need to say such polite words, right?"
Jiang Yu had already anticipated this, and naturally didn't show any surprise. He picked up the kettle and refilled Teacher Xiong's cup, smiling as he said,
"If there's anything, just speak up, no need to talk about asking or not asking.
If this gets out, wouldn't people say that I, as a student, am putting on airs, that a teacher has to ask me to do something...
My little reputation would be ruined, wouldn't it?"
Teacher Xiong knew very well that Jiang Yu deliberately made his words playful to avoid a heavy atmosphere, so he didn't keep up the serious demeanor.
