Charity Lunch Auction

The old professor beamed as he watched the stage, the wrinkles on his face bunching together. "I know that little girl!"

"Which little girl? The one singing right now?" Sitting beside the old professor was the president of Yizhou University. He slightly turned his head and leaned over as if whispering, keeping his voice very low.

"The one who just sang the nursery rhyme. I can't remember her name, but she's quite capable and talented, and she does well in her studies too."

"Oh? Haven't you been retired for several years? How did you know that?"

"Haha, Li Shou'an told me. I met her once afterward. She was a pretty girl, so she left a deep impression."

"Oh, I see." The president put on an enlightened expression.

Li Shou'an was the teacher in charge of the Student Union. He also managed the university's clubs and had once been one of the old professor's students.

The president continued watching the stage, then suddenly turned his head again. "You wouldn't happen to be thinking of taking on another disciple, would you?"

He lowered his voice even further. People of high status were still human. They chatted and gossiped in their free time, occasionally discussing trivial matters that represented no particular stance. Yet such words could easily be overheard by people with ulterior motives and cause misunderstandings. Whether those misunderstandings were intentional or harmful, they were uncontrollable and constantly consumed one's invisible reputation and authority.

That was why such words could be heard by the people at the same table, who could understand them, but never by those sitting behind them!

As expected, the old professor waved his hand with a smile. "I was just saying that casually. I'm old now and don't have the energy to take on another disciple. My final