After a while, Wu Yue came out of the study again and walked along the west corridor, but after passing a few rooms, she was stopped by someone.
"Your Excellency, I am going to find classmate Han Yue." Wu Yue said with a smile, the implication being that please don't block the way.
"Excuse me, what do you want from my master?" Ye Chen said calmly.
Hearing this, Wu Yue opened her eyes. It turned out that this cold and arrogant young man was just a follower of classmate Han Yue. Alas, classmate Han Yue was too wasteful.
"Ahem, that's it. Han Yue hasn't paid her tuition yet." Wu Yue smiled again, you know the implication.
Hearing this, the people in the courtyard downstairs were shocked again.
"Excuse me, please wait a moment." After saying this, Ye Chen turned around and entered the room.
After a while, Ye Chen came out, holding a medium-sized wooden box in his hand, handed it to Wu Yue, and said, "This is my master's tuition fee."
Wu Yue took it and weighed it as usual. He nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Classmate Hanyue's family is also quite rich."
Ye Chen remained expressionless and said calmly: "Is there anything else you can do?"
"It's okay, it's okay. You can go and do your work." After saying that, Wu Yue returned to the study with the wooden box to take inventory.
The more popular departments turn over millions of gold coins, or even tens of millions of gold coins, to the college every year, and it is unknown how much the department instructors receive from them.
And Wu Yue decided that because the art department was too strapped and the number of people was too small, he decided to hand over one hundred... iron coins to the college, which was equivalent to one silver coin.
After making plans, Wu Yue left the study and saw that Jing Ao and Nangong Chen hadn't left yet. They were still sitting on the stone chairs chatting. She wondered to herself whether these two people still wanted to stay here for lunch.
"Little classmate Dongfang, can your entourage know how to cook?" Wu Yue recalled the pastries this morning. They were fragrant and delicious, moderately soft and hard, and had a first-class texture, but they were a bit bland.
"Well, I know a little bit." Jing Hao replied, he really didn't want to call Wu Yue his mentor.
Hearing this, Wu Yue's eyes lit up. It was indeed the cake made by Dongfang's entourage, but she was too modest to say that it was so delicious and she even said she knew a little bit about it.
Does the Dongfang family have very high requirements for food? No wonder Dongfang’s classmate didn’t want to go to a restaurant for dinner yesterday.
"Then let him cook quickly. He has been busy with the teacher all morning and is a little hungry." Wu Yue frowned and said, as if to say that Jing Hao did not know how to respect his teacher and be filial.
Jing Hao scratched his head suspiciously, and then asked Mu Yun to cook. The food Mu Yun cooked was average, just a little bit more delicious than what he had eaten yesterday.
"Two classmates, do you want to have lunch here?" Wu Yue sat down on the stone chair generously, looking like a teacher.
"No, please tell me, what kind of illusion does the art department major in?" Jing Ao felt ashamed, Jing Hao's future might be ruined in the hands of this young instructor.
"Are you a freshman from Dongfang University? You don't even know this?" Wu Yue raised her slightly delicate eyebrows and said with a hint of displeasure.
"...I am stupid, please remind me." Jing Aoyou had a faint black line on his forehead, this Wu Yue was clearly playing tricks on him.
"Then let me tell you, listen carefully, the art department teaches you everything, and the major is... cultivating one's temperament and cultivating artistic sentiment. This is an extremely profound knowledge. If a person can connect a few
There are no sentiments. No matter how advanced you are in illusion, it is just a body, like a walking corpse..."