"Lord Lan Qingyou, this is your office."
Amid the students' chatter, Lan Qingyou followed Aina to the faculty building.
Then,
Lan Qingyou watched Aina open a door.
"I actually have an office?"
When the door opened and she saw the furnishings inside, Lan Qingyou froze for a moment.
Then she pointed at the private office—not very large, but fully equipped.
"I only teach one class every three days. Are you sure I need an office?"
"That's how the higher-ups arranged it."
"Is... is that so..."
"Yes. Your class today is in the Third Classroom. It starts at 3:00 p.m. Please arrive on time."
"Okay."
Like someone assigning her work, Aina handed Lan Qingyou the office key, told her the time, and then turned to leave.
Well, in reality, she was assigning her work.
Or rather, for Aina, showing Lan Qingyou the way and informing her of the details were part of her job.
As for why she was so cold...
Lan Qingyou didn't know, and had no intention of looking into it.
Everyone had their own way of dealing with people. That was all.
Even when dealing with a prestigious Title Holder.
Watching Aina's retreating figure, Lan Qingyou pursed her lips.
Then, holding the key, she floated into the office under the watchful eyes of the many people in the hallway.
The office wasn't very large.
It was around thirty to forty square meters.
Besides a desk and an office chair, there were bookshelves, a coffee table, and a sofa.
Lan Qingyou even spotted a folding bed.
Clearly,
the office's previous occupant had been the Involution King.
So...
Lan Qingyou promptly threw the folding bed out.
She could do anything she wanted, but she'd never become the kind of disgusting creature that was an Involution King.
That was Lan Qingyou's