No need!
Fourteen days later, he had turned into a piece of charcoal.
Regret was an understatement.
Zuo Li just felt a toothache, but he had no choice but to say, "Then, then make sure you have your sunscreen ready."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin’s eyebrows raised, "Professor Zuo Li."
Zuo Li suddenly felt a bit cold and wrapped himself in his clothes, "What is it?"
"We’ve launched a new package," Ying Zijin looked at her phone, "It includes twenty hydration masks, refreshing sunscreen, hand cream, and aromatherapy. One set is only for 3888, would you like to buy a few sets for your wife?"
"..."
Ying Zijin left Professor Zuo Li’s office and went to find Chancellor Chen Junxian.
Zuo Li stared at the 38880 transfer and felt a pain like losing flesh.
Forget it, it’s for the wife, just buy it.
Zuo Li wiped the sweat from his brow, preparing to continue with his work when he suddenly remembered an important issue.
He forgot, he should have made Ying Zijin wear a mask, best to wrap up in a way no one could recognize her!
ISC competition actually wasn’t paid any attention to by students above sophomore year since it’s a knowledge competition for high school students and has nothing to do with college students.
Especially juniors and seniors, busy with postgraduate entrance exams, studying abroad, job hunting, they hardly have time to pay attention to these, at most they’ve heard of Ying Zijin.
But this year’s freshmen, Ying Zijin’s fanboys and fangirls are not few in number.
Eighty percent, no less.
The freshmen were quite deflated when Ying Zijin did not show up for the start of school, and the freshman speech was prepared by another top scorer in the college entrance examination.
Zuo Li slumped in his chair, somewhat panicking.
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