Principal's office.
Wang Peiyuan smoothed what little hair he had left and looked at Qi Huaiyuan, the academic affairs director beside him, whose face was full of ingratiating smiles.
"Huaiyuan, although you made a major mistake in your work this time, this idea of yours is not a bad way to make up for it."
"Pass the word down. Every homeroom teacher must take this seriously and record every student's test results."
"The moment you discover any particularly outstanding prospect, report to me immediately!"
"Yes, yes, Principal. I'll definitely handle this properly and find the dark horses hidden on campus!"
Wang Peiyuan waved his hand. Qi Huaiyuan tactfully withdrew from the office and thoughtfully pulled the door shut from outside.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he let out a long breath. Then he puffed out his chest, raised his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and slowly strutted toward his office with an outward-turned gait.
Wang Peiyuan walked to the window and looked over the vast school field, muttering, "Who exactly was Chairman Mo talking about?"
"Could Eighth High School produce a dragon this year?"
"If that's true, then I, who always sit at the very end during meetings, should finally move a little farther up."
At every meeting, he went only to listen, hearing the principals from other schools boast and show off like melon vendors praising their own wares.
He was even often used as the butt of their jokes.
Because the school had not produced any notable talent in the past two years, he had also been criticized several times by the leaders of the Martial Arts Bureau.
If this year's college entrance examination still failed to produce decent results, even his position might be shaken.
He felt a sense of crisis, yet also