Wang Yue shook his head and said gravely, "There's no point bringing this up now. Besides, I'm not the one who decided to discipline you."
Gao Qiang anxiously blurted out, "Professor Wang, could you put in a good word for me? Please don't let the school expel me."
Wang Yue tucked the book under his arm, then looked at Gao Qiang solemnly and said,
"Gao Qiang, I've taught you for a long time now, so I know a bit about your situation.
Even if you got your diploma, do you think an employer would take you on?
I think you'd give yourself away as soon as you started working. That diploma wouldn't do you much good!"
Gao Qiang's face reddened at those words. He hadn't paid attention in a single class. There was no way he'd earn an employer's approval, and after failing at work, he'd probably feel too insecure even to go to another interview.
He was overcome with shame. He quickly bowed to Wang Yue, then hurriedly said,
"Professor Wang, I'm sorry!"
After saying that, Gao Qiang hurriedly turned to leave. But he had bent so low when he bowed that he nearly fell flat on his face.
Wang Yue could see that the kid was honest enough, just a little too fond of having fun.
But a lot of young men were like that. They matured far too late and had very little self-control. By the time they regretted it, it was already too late.
Wang Yue himself had been much the same. His self-control had been a little better, though. He'd managed to have fun without letting it interfere too much with his studies, but he hadn't exactly been a top student.
Wang Yue felt as though he were looking at a more hopeless version of