Permission

Zuo Wentao picked up Hesta's phone and examined it closely.

He repeatedly checked the sender mailbox and timestamp of the email, making sure this was not some trick Hesta had concocted.

"...You even emailed the Principal's Office?"

"I did."

"What did you write?"

"The same things as in the complaint letter you received." Hesta spoke softly. "I have only two demands. First, your final evaluation score for me at the end of the semester must be assessed and approved by Teacher Chen Beiyi. Second, you need to apologize in class for your previous behavior and promise that you will no longer throw students out of the classroom at will."

Zuo Wentao laughed. "...Go ahead and try!"

He stood, tossed Hesta's phone back into her hands, and strode out, slamming the door behind him.

Hesta's gaze followed his retreating figure until the door crashed shut. Only then did she turn to Cheng Xiaoshu in astonishment and complain, "A person like that can be a university teacher? What makes him any different from a street thug?"

Cheng Xiaoshu said nothing. She merely took off her glasses in silence, her throat bobbing... Remembering the threat hidden in Zuo Wentao's words just now, her mouth felt dry.

She picked up Hesta's complaint letter and looked at the name on the envelope, unable to stop herself from murmuring, "...You actually used your real name?"

"He already knew who I was," Hesta replied. "Before I left the classroom that day, I told him I would file a complaint with the supervision team and the Principal's Office. You had all gone out by then, so maybe you didn't hear it."

Cheng Xiaoshu smiled and shook her head. "You're really brave..."

"But when he asked your name, you gave him yours directly too—"

"It's different." Cheng Xiaoshu looked