It was as if he did not care about what happened at the school at all. "Jing Tian, you're about to retire. What is the point of competing with them for the principal's position?"
The elderly man dressed in traditional Tang-style clothing took a sip of clear tea, glanced at the phone Gou had set down, and then spoke in a faint voice.
"Mr. Chen, you know that I'm nearly sixty years old. I've been a teacher and vice principal at Metasequoia Middle School for more than thirty years. You know that too.
"I've been at Metasequoia Middle School for so long, yet I'm still only a vice principal. Do you think I could be satisfied? How could I possibly be satisfied?"
Jing Tian spoke frankly. Although his words sounded rather radical, his expression and tone were exceptionally calm, without the slightest ripple. Seeing that the elderly man in Tang attire said nothing, he continued.
"This time, I'll have to trouble you to put in a recommendation for me as well. You should know my determination, so I still hope Mr. Chen will put in more effort!"
A long time after Jing Tian finished speaking, the elderly man in Tang attire finally nodded lightly and said, "Since I'm here, I will naturally do my best to help you. As for the result, that depends on God's will. Don't work yourself so hard in life."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen."
While they were eating, Vice President Tanai called the current principal when he went to the restroom.
Mirai and Elsa Ziling had just returned to school together when the principal called Elsa Ziling.
The call was naturally about why Mirai had hit that student. Elsa Ziling did her best to explain the matter on the student's behalf. Mirai had had no choice