Zhang Ye asked in wonder, “You are?”
The woman’s voice was soft and elegant, “Are you Teacher Zhang Ye?”
Zhang Ye was stunned, “That’s me. Why are you looking for me?”
The woman smiled gracefully, “Just now the air stewardess called you Teacher Zhang, and I felt that you resembled him, but I did not dare confirm it. I never expected it to be really you. Well, let’s get to know one another. I’m Wu Zeqing, a Vice President of Peking University.”
“Hello, nice to meet you.” Zhang Ye immediately shook her hand but then, he suddenly reacted, stunned by the woman’s introduction!
What did she just say?
Peking University’s Vice President?
What the heck!? Is this real or not?
What sort of school was Peking University? That was a prestigious school domestically and even internationally. According to Zhang Ye’s knowledge, his world’s Peking University was an organization under the Education Ministry. Just from the administrative level, the rank of Vice President was already one of the national cadres. As for what it meant in this world’s Peking University, Zhang Ye did not know. However, it could not be much different. From the woman’s eyes and figure, she was like in her early to mid thirties? She was not even forty years of age, but she had already reached such an important position at a young age? She took the initiative to speak to him? This can’t be right?