Poverty Allowance? Teacher, You've Found The Wrong Person

The two of them were about to leave the classroom together when they bumped into the energetic counselor.

"That's great. Ai Tingya, you haven't left yet. Come with me to the office," the counselor said as she held her eyes.

The counselor of Ai Tingya's class was called Zhu Qiao. She was a second-year graduate student and was only a few years older than the students in her class. They rarely saw Zhu Qiao because she was busy with her postgraduate studies.

Ai Tingya did not know why she took the initiative to look for her today.

Ai Tingya waved at Barbara and followed Zhu Qiao into the office.

Zhu Qiao was also mentally and physically exhausted by the graduate course. She rummaged through her desk in a daze. As she searched, she was puzzled. "Strange? Why is it gone? I remember putting it here."

"Teacher Zhu, what are you looking for?" Ai Tingya asked.