"Squeak..."
A bright pink sports car came to a stop at the nightclub entrance, the door swung open, and a long leg clad in black silk stockings extended from the car.
Black pointed leather shoes, glossy and polished, were adorned with sparkling crystals.
Monica flicked her golden wavy hair and gestured with her hand:
"Professor Carl, please get out of the car!"
"It's not necessary."
In full formal wear, completely mismatched with the bustling street, Carl stepped down from the passenger seat, sighing helplessly:
"Someone my age isn't suited for this kind of place, and please don't call me professor."
Professor is a title of respect.
Only used for those with significant contributions to science or top scholars from elite universities.
Carl, who hadn't achieved any successful research yet, certainly didn't qualify.
"With Mr. Carl's theoretical level, becoming a professor is just a matter of time," Monica laughed and said:
