"By the way, Qiaoqiao, have you thought over the matter I mentioned to you before?"
Caught off guard by Wu Xianfeng's words, Qiao Yun couldn't recall what he was referring to and asked, "What matter?"
Wu Xianfeng reminded her, "The thing I told you last time, about asking my teacher to take you as his disciple."
His reminder jogged Qiao Yun's memory—last month, Wu Xianfeng had talked to her about introducing her to his teacher at Shangjing University, Professor Xu Long. She hadn't expected him to keep it in mind.
"Having a mentor to guide you can save you from taking detours. Professor Xu may have an odd temper but he cherishes talent, and not just anyone catches his eye. However, I believe you definitely can, since you're so intelligent. Whoever gets to take you as their disciple would be honored," Wu Xianfeng truly wanted to nurture Qiao Yun, a promising student; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered with this troublesome task.