"Are we going to have another self-study session?"
Momo's face showed a strange expression as he chewed on a fried dough stick, glancing around the dining table and asked.
Professor Huang ran ahead, followed by various elderly pursuers in vehicles. Aren't they all professors or teachers from Xinxing Agricultural Science College?
Some of the elders were unfamiliar, but judging by the groups of young followers they led, they're probably professor level, or even higher, seasoned academics.
What happened, Momo couldn't guess, but judging by their expressions and body language.
It feels a bit like the plot of unevenly distributed spoils in a Hong Kong drama, triggering the traditional dark art of betrayal.
"We shouldn't have self-study, right? The director hasn't said anything in the group."
Tang You, eating noodles, glanced at his phone and saw no relevant information in the group.
