The Principal's Duty

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After Mo Bai left the Auditorium, Losera and Feixue exchanged a look.

"All right. We can set this aside for now. Sit down."

Losera patted the seat beside her.

"You rarely trust someone that easily," Feixue said as she sat down.

As principal of Star Torch Academy, Losera bore far more pressure than her authority might suggest.

There were funding allocations from the Deep Space Union and the New Federation, managing funds among professors, teachers, and researchers, and approving projects.

And then there was the issue that gave her the biggest headache every day: the students' mental well-being.

In her position, she had to sift through countless lies and schemes each day.

Even Feixue, who knew nothing about such things, often saw the exhaustion on her face.

She had never looked down on Losera for sitting in an office.

She knew Losera had a battlefield of her own, just as she did.

That was why she was so surprised to see Losera choose to trust Mo Bai so readily.

"I consider myself a decent speculator, so I thought I'd take a chance on him."

Losera spoke in the manner of those old fossils among the Academy's upper ranks.

They always treated students' pasts, futures, and even lives as stakes in a conversation.

"And the real reason?"

But Feixue knew Losera. She was nothing like them.

"Rationally speaking, there's nothing wrong with the footage on the Tacet Disc he brought. And just now, I learned that he defeated the President's double."

As Losera spoke, she rested her chin on one hand and waved the phone she had taken out.

A Feixun message from Mornye was on the screen.

"As for the emotional side of it, there was that kid's expression."

"His expression?"

Feixue knew Losera was far better than she