He wore a dark casual outfit and glasses, giving him an air of scholarly refinement.
Sunlight outlined his figure from behind, glinting off his lenses and obscuring his eyes.
He walked up to the three of them, stopped, and examined them—his gaze sweeping past Scott before settling on March 7th and Yan Huan, his brow furrowing slightly.
March 7th looked at him and hurriedly greeted him, waving her hand.
"Uncle Yang! You're here! We're over here!"
Welt's voice was stern.
"You two students, what are you doing at the entrance?"
"It was that guy Scott." March 7th hurriedly passed the blame, pointing beside her before looking toward the corridor window. "Hey, where did Scott go...?"
Looking closely, she found it empty.
Scott had already vanished as though he had never been there.
"Wait." March 7th looked at Welt again, tilting her head as she asked, "Why did you just call us students?"
Welt adjusted his glasses.
"I just finished processing your transfer paperwork and was waiting for the principal to confirm it. Whatever it is, let's go inside and talk first."
He led the two of them into the Principal's Office.
The scorching sun blazed outside, baking the ground until it was hot enough to burn.
But the instant the door opened, a blast of cold air hit them head-on, making March 7th shiver.
The Principal's Office was freezing cold.
The room was small, simply yet elegantly furnished—a mahogany desk, several leather chairs, and a few landscape paintings hanging on the walls.
But the most eye-catching things were the three high-powered air conditioners, arranged left, center, and right, roaring as they ran.
White cold air gushed from the vents, forming visible currents indoors.
The thermometer read 18°C, but it felt even colder.
Several penguins were hopping around in the corner