Zhao Bai hung up the phone, turned around, and said, "Don't slander my innocence out of thin air. Principal Theresa and I... have a very pure superior-subordinate relationship."
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Mei became increasingly convinced that there had to be something wrong with Zhao Bai.
Seeing the girl's inquisitive gaze, Zhao Bai sighed, pulled a ledger from his pocket, and handed it to Mei. The pages were slightly yellowed, but the handwriting was clear, forceful, and concise.
January 23rd, sunny. Theresa ate fried chicken and didn't pay. I'll put this on her tab for now.
January 27th, rainy. Theresa ate a bowl of Sapporo ramen with bitter melon juice and didn't pay. I'll put this on her tab for now.
The entire ledger was filled with such trivial little matters!
Mei flipped through it, unable to believe her eyes. Looking at the densely packed words, she realized that the principal had eaten two whole years' worth of meals without paying. She truly was a great villain.
"Do you understand now?"
Mei nodded, suddenly feeling a little sympathy for Zhao Bai.
In truth, Zhao Bai had kept the ledger for fun. Every time Theresa ate a late-night meal, he faithfully recorded it. It was not because he hoped Theresa would someday grow a conscience; it was just that when someone came to a restaurant to eat, didn't pay, and didn't get it written down, something always felt missing.
He never would have imagined that this ledger would actually come in handy under such circumstances.
It seemed that continuing to keep records had indeed been the right choice.
St. Freya Academy had prepared false identities for them, allowing Zhao Bai and Mei to reach the crime scene without obstruction.
They crossed the yellow police tape and passed through the wrecked garden.