Pei Yao massaged his forehead and sent Qiao Yun a message: "Boss, don't you want to think it over a bit more before speaking?"
"Is there something wrong with what I said?"
"It's not that it's wrong, but won't it be too much of an encouragement? They are high school seniors..."
Qiao Yun raised an eyebrow and replied, "Oh, as long as it's not bad, then it's good."
"..." Pei Yao's lip twitched, and the thought of the entire school hearing this audio through the broadcast the next day made him wonder just how much animosity it would bring upon Professor Qiao.
Ah, truly something to look forward to.
...
On Monday, as Qiao Yun went to school, she encountered Li Miao at the school gate.
As soon as Li Miao saw Qiao Yun, she greeted her cheerfully and affectionately took her hand, whispering, "Qiaoqiao, have you heard the news?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Yun was puzzled, "Heard what?"