Chapter 111 Her Senior

Sierra arrived at Jemima's office and knocked on the door. "Come in." A warm voice came from inside, permitting Sierra to gently push the door open. "Sierra, you're here." Smiling, Jemima waved her over. Standing beside Jemima was a young man. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Sierra entering. It was as if fireworks danced in them. "Ms. Anderson," Sierra greeted respectfully as she politely approached Jemima. "You haven't met my requirements yet," Jemima teased, pretending to put on a stern face. "You can't call me 'Ms. Anderson' just yet." Sierra's expression faltered slightly, and she hesitated. "Then… should I address you as my professor?" Her nervous look—so pure and earnest—made the young man beside them smile involuntarily. Jemima chuckled as well. "It's been three years, and you're still just as straightforward. You're still the same you." Realizing that Jemima was only teasing, Sierra lowered her gaze slightly and smiled shyly. "However," Jemima continued, shifting to