"Are you interested in being the class president?"
Seeing the bashful, humble expression on Zhao Rui's youthful face, Liu Jie couldn't help but smile and ask.
"Class president?"
Zhao Rui paused, then shook his head. "Professor, I'd rather not."
"Why not? It'll look great on your student record and will help you find a job or join organizations in the future!"
Liu Jie asked, puzzled. Her face was petite, fair, and flawless, and her slender eyelashes fluttered over her bright eyes.
"Professor, I... I actually want to pursue a path in the Martial Dao..."
Zhao Rui decided to be honest. After all, he would need her, his counselor, to be aware of and help coordinate things like joining the Martial Arts Team in the future.
Hearing Zhao Rui's words, Liu Jie fell silent for a moment before saying, "I support you. If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll handle the arrangements for you."
"Thank you, Professor!"
