Le, tell me what to cut!
"Help!"
"Boss, help!"
Professor Han groggily fumbled for her phone and swiped it open. After listening for only two sentences, her anger flared. Help?
Help with what?
Did they need her help because they had failed an exam, or because they had not accumulated enough papers?
Her students—anyone who put in even a little effort—had GPAs averaging above 3.5, if not 4.0, and each of them had three, four, five, or six papers under their belt—
Shen Le had provided them with such excellent conditions!
An entire lab was at their disposal, with every instrument freely available to them. They did not even have to queue up with outsiders!
Even the cheaper reagents were free!
Wait, that voice crying for help sounded like Shen Le!
"What happened?" Professor Han sprang upright, clutching her phone tightly. "What's wrong? What trouble did you get yourself into? Where do you need my help?"
Even as she questioned him, her heart pounded wildly. Honestly, any trouble Shen Le got into now was far beyond her ability to handle. She was just an ordinary person, after all, without any special abilities.
But when her student was in trouble, she would help even at the cost of her life—if she could not manage it, there was still the department, the college, the university. And if even a top-two university could not handle it, there was still the country behind them!
"Boss, please give me extra lessons!" The voice on the other end sounded so miserable it was practically beating its chest. "I only realized after leaving you how many things I don't know! You never know what you're missing until you need it! I don't know any of your special skills! Estimating a building's height and length just by looking