Leng Leng snorted coldly a few times as he looked at Mirai. The implication was obvious. When Mirai heard the security guard's answer, he felt a terrible headache coming on. The guard seemed to regard himself as Mirai's equal. Everything in his words and manner came pressing in on him. Mirai could not understand why the guard was keeping an eye on him.
As for his identity, Mirai was not worried. He still trusted the "ID card" exchanged from the system. After all, nothing he had exchanged from the system had ever disappointed him.
"Ah! So you're a special teacher from China. Oh, how rude of me!"
The vice principal suddenly spoke. Then, in her high heels, she hurried over to Mirai in a few quick steps and extended her small hand to him.
Mirai's eyes lit up. He knew the "ID card" worked!
Thus, Mirai did not hesitate. He reached out with his large hand to shake the vice principal's small one, his face brimming with warmth.
Her hand was soft as jade. The vice principal was not very old—she seemed to be under twenty-five. Her skin was well cared for, smooth and delicate.
Mirai did not take advantage of the vice principal. Just as he was about to leave, he looked at her and said with a smile, "Vice Principal, you're too kind, but I've been terribly disrespectful. Classes have already started, and I've only just arrived. I'm truly sorry."
Mirai was very polite to the vice principal, while the security guard beside him had already widened his eyes, staring at Mirai in astonishment.
"This kid is actually an intern teacher? And the school specifically hired him from outside?"
The security guard felt bitter. He had previously seen plenty of people pretending to be teachers in order to