Hearing Wisdom Shield's words, Adolf was the first to look up, and then he saw Chen Cheng behind Wisdom Shield.
"So this is the brat you were talking about. I never expected it."
Adolf's tone remained as brusque as ever.
Melinda, however, put on a stern expression and shot Adolf a glare.
Seeing her look, Adolf behaved like an old child and could only shut his mouth resentfully.
At that moment, Chen Cheng walked in. He wiped his face, gave his body a shake, and returned to his original appearance.
The instant Chen Cheng changed back, the atmosphere in the room fell silent.
Chen Cheng gave a curtain-call bow as though he were onstage, then smiled at Adolf and the others.
"Dean, professors, and my two teachers—it's me, Brown."
He had expected an excited embrace, but what greeted Chen Cheng were two sharp, ringing slaps.
Standing at the doorway, Wisdom Shield's eyelids twitched when he heard those resounding smacks.
The sound alone was thrilling, but after the thrill passed, he felt Chen Cheng had brought it upon himself.
Only when she felt the burning pain in her palms did Melinda finally confirm that she had not seen wrong.
Then she threw herself into Chen Cheng's arms and began to cry bitterly.
Chen Cheng touched his face, then patted Melinda's shoulder.
"Come on, Teacher Melinda. You're the one who slapped me. Shouldn't I be the one crying?"
Melinda punched Chen Cheng twice more in the chest with her little fists, crying and scolding at the same time.
"You heartless bastard! Without any preparation whatsoever, you told me you were some Emperor, then vanished without even saying goodbye, and after that there was no news of you at all.
"Did you ever think about us? About those of us who spent every