The Condition

The middle-aged man ignored them, seemingly convinced that Jiang Cheng was the leader. He addressed him directly, "You must have heard some things about Yuan Xiaoyi's condition. Her emotions are unstable. If she's provoked, her illness could easily relapse."

"That would be dangerous, both for her and for you," the middle-aged man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried authority.

The word "dangerous" made Jiang Cheng narrow his eyes. He had suspected that the school's security office knew something. Now, it seemed they knew quite a bit.

"She's just a girl, what danger could there be?" Jiang Cheng feigned ignorance.

The middle-aged man glanced around. "This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else to sit and chat."

"Alright, but I need to tell Yuan Xiaoyi first. She's waiting for me," Jiang Cheng replied.

"She's already left. I had someone escort her back to rest," the middle-aged man said naturally. Without waiting for Jiang Cheng's reply, he turned and walked ahead, leading the way.

They followed a small path to a two-story building not far from the school gate. The concrete walls outside were cracked in several places, and rusty pipes were exposed on one side, with remnants of foam insulation still clinging to them. A white wooden sign hung by the door, bearing the words "School Security Office."

Inside, Jiang Cheng and his companions were led to an office. Old-fashioned desks and chairs, along with a worn sofa whose armrests were peeling, filled the room. Judging by the photos on the wall, the office belonged to the middle-aged man, who was the head of the security office, named Qin Yi.

Jiang Cheng and his friends sat down separately. Qin Yi looked at Jiang Cheng's face and spoke, "I looked through your files in the archives. You're new transfers, and