"Han Yingying, are you going to attend your husband's lecture? Did you manage to grab a spot?"
"Oh, come on, are you guys silly? The big shot is Han Yingying's husband, he's definitely reserved a special seat for her, she wouldn't need to scramble for one!"
Everyone looked at Han Yingying enviously.
Han Yingying laughed foolishly, still oblivious, and hurriedly called Shen Mosheng.
"You've become a guest professor at our university?"
"Yes."
"You'll hold at least one public lecture every week?"
"Yes."
"Why? You don't like crowded or noisy places, and you dislike public speaking even more, don't you?"
Shen Mosheng responded as if it were obvious: "It makes it easier to take care of you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"Shen Mosheng."
"Hmm?"
Han Yingying asked confidently, "Since you're here to teach as a professor just for me, you must have reserved a special seat for me, right?"
There was silence on the other end.
Han Yingying had a bad premonition: "Don't tell me, you didn't."