In the garden behind the teaching building, Fu Xuefeng grabbed the arm of the professor's assistant.
"Let's go, have a smoke over there."
The assistant looked back at Li Zheng, who was approaching the professor, with a slightly tense expression, "The school requires me to stick close to him..."
"Everyone needs a bit of personal space," Fu Xuefeng pushed the assistant and said, "Give them twenty minutes, that's enough."
"It's not... Why does it feel like matchmaking..." the assistant scratched his head, "Just over there, I need to keep an eye on the professor at all times."
Meanwhile, the professor, watching Li Zheng closing in, felt equally urgent.
It was usually him who took the initiative to approach the young students, but this time, he just couldn't bring himself to move.