Jiang Siming burst out laughing at their expressions. Was he really that 'scary'? Did they have to notify a teacher just because he had arrived?
"Senior Jiang, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you!"
The junior girl hurriedly apologized.
Jiang Siming was rendered speechless. "You didn't do anything wrong. Besides, I really was a student here once. I just graduated a few years before you."
"Senior Jiang, I'm also your fan."
The junior girl said excitedly, feeling that Jiang Siming really was just like the rumors said: approachable and completely free of airs.
They had welcomed quite a few senior alumni today. Generally, anyone with status would make a grand entrance, as if afraid that people might not recognize them.
Jiang Siming, however, was so low-key that, despite being the Asian Richest Man, he did not even have a bodyguard or secretary with him.
"Thank you, but can you let me in now?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes! Senior Jiang, please come in."
The junior girl hurriedly let Jiang Siming through, utterly embarrassed. She had blocked the Asian Richest Man at the school gate and refused to let him in—she could probably brag about it for four years.
Jiang Siming entered the campus smoothly, and soon, the school leaders arrived.
"Ah~ The troubles of fame. I originally wanted to take a quiet stroll around my old campus."
"President Jiang, welcome to your alma mater."
Jiang Siming recognized the speaker. It was the director of academic affairs, who had actually once had a grudge against him.
It had happened around Jiang Siming's second year, when he and the son of a wealthy family had run for student council president.
Jiang Siming had originally been a prominent figure at the school, with the most supporters.
But in the