"Teacher, what's wrong?"
Looking at Professor Ji, Teacher Jiao, whose hair was no longer gelled back, cautiously asked.
In the latter half of the recent phone conversation, Professor Ji's expression became increasingly peculiar.
Initially, there was a look of joy and anticipation, but then suddenly and inexplicably, he began to fly into a rage and started scolding about "lack of professional discernment," and "reporting such things."
For a graduate student nearing graduation, these words were quite severe.
This made Teacher Jiao a bit nervous.
"Hiss—exhale—"
Professor Ji took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, looked around, took his thermos cup, unscrewed it, and took a sip.
"It's nothing, just organize these interview notes."
The mentor has no obligation to explain to students, even to Inner Sect Disciples.
Teacher Jiao didn't press further but obediently looked at the document Professor Ji had just recorded.
