The absent-minded William Carter snapped back to attention, raised his hand and smiled, “Sorry, I might be a bit too nervous.”

Everyone: “……”

This was pure, unadulterated nonsense.

Anyone with eyes could see he wasn’t nervous at all!

Fitz waved her hand with a smile, “No worries. For good-looking young people, I can temporarily forget that I have a bad temper.”

Maybe it was because Miss Fitz seemed so approachable that two girls plucked up the courage to ask, “Do all the lawyers who just went downstairs accept interns? All of them?”

Fitz answered with an “I’m very experienced” look, “I’d love to say ‘yes, all of them,’ but unfortunately, there’s one exception.”

“Who?”

Fitz smiled, “I think once I say the answer, your faces will get twice as long, because mine did back then.”

“Oh—alright.” The two girls dragged out their words, clearly understanding what she meant. It was probably some kind of unspoken bond among looks-obsessed fans.

Who knew if the other guys got it, but that blond kid who got zapped by the stun baton definitely didn’t—he just stared blankly at their back-and-forth.

The professor from Yanda glanced at the blond from a talent-scouting perspective and thought this poor kid’s career was basically over. With such poor comprehension of subtext, he’d end up crying and being dragged off the court.

However, while the two girls were disappointed, William Carter was secretly clapping and laughing inside: Thank goodness that coffin-faced Classmate Bennett doesn’t take interns. Otherwise, if by some misfortune I ended up assigned to him, the teacher-student hierarchy would be a total mess—way too awkward.

“Why doesn’t he take interns?” One of the more lively girls was still curious about the topic.

Fitz clearly didn’t mind, “He’s afraid he’ll scare the interns away. That’s what he told the clerk. I don’t know if he was just making it up, but I think there’s some truth to it.”

“Really? Is he bad-tempered?”

“Not really, but…” Fitz seemed to be searching for the right word, and finally just shrugged, “Anyway, don’t think about it, girls.”

William Carter had been listening leisurely on the side for a while, but in his heart, he thought that with Classmate Bennett’s personality back then, maybe the reason he didn’t take interns wasn’t because he was afraid of scaring them off, but more likely because the clerk was afraid the interns would drive him crazy.

Very possible, indeed.

Fitz hadn’t been chatting with everyone for long when the lawyers who had gone downstairs returned, pushing open the door to the meeting room.

After everyone gradually sat down, Fitz glanced around and asked in confusion, “Where’s Moore? I remember he said he’d come to the office to meet the interns today. Hasn’t he arrived yet?”

“I haven’t seen him today,” replied a gray-haired, gray-eyed lawyer with a stern face. “Are you sure he’s free?”

“You all chat, I’ll go contact him.” With that, Fitz clicked out in her stilettos.

“Chatting” was really just a more relaxed interview.

But an interview is still an interview, and the questions all revolved around past experiences, which were all based on the electronic files attached to the registration certificates.

The Yanda professor maintained a graceful, relaxed smile throughout, watching the other interns without saying a word. After all, his registration certificate was bought on the black market, and the electronic file was naturally fake. Since he was a counterfeit student, he had to be humble—talking too much would only risk exposing himself. So in William Carter’s electronic file, all records of awards and activities were blank. At first glance, it looked like the network was lagging and the file hadn’t loaded.

And because he looked so calm and relaxed, and shamelessly sat closer to the lawyers—

During the forty-plus minutes of the “interview,” the other interns subconsciously took him for one of the interviewers, and the lawyers didn’t realize they had an undercover among them. Several times, when the conversation got lively and they nodded around, they even said to William Carter, “This batch of interns is pretty good, right?”

The big bad wolf Professor Yan just smiled politely, “Yes, they’re quite good.”

The atmosphere was harmonious, everyone was happy.

Even after the lawyers left the meeting room, no one noticed anything amiss.

William Carter was, of course, pleased with this outcome. The fact that he didn’t reflexively start interviewing the lawyers himself was already a show of restraint.

However, ten minutes later, he wasn’t smiling anymore—

Fitz was hurrying back and forth between the lawyers’ office upstairs and the clerks’ office downstairs, her high heels clicking nonstop, clearly troubled by some sudden problem.

“Are we really doing this? Are you sure? I feel like this is a really nasty idea,” Fitz’s voice came from outside the half-open door, speaking quickly, with a hint of… schadenfreude.

“I’m sure, I just told him,” a deep male voice replied.

“Did he get burned?”

“Tsk—” the man said, “Don’t laugh like that. Just do it. Go on in, don’t leave those young students hanging.”

Inside the meeting room, everyone looked at each other in confusion.