Tang Huacheng didn’t enter the classroom. Instead, he knocked on the door twice at the entrance. When the students’ eyes followed the sound, Tang Huacheng waved at An Ran, "An Ran, co out with for a mont."
An Ran quickly put down her pen, closed her notebook, and walked out.
Tang Huacheng waited for An Ran, then turned and walked towards the outside of the teaching building, and then further back.
Finally, An Ran couldn’t help but ask, "Teacher Tang, where are we going?"
"To the principal’s office, the principal wants to see you," Tang Huacheng said flatly, his tone devoid of any emotion.
An Ran’s heart skipped a beat, could it be that matter hasn’t been fully handled, and now it’s her turn?
An Ran was lost in thought and didn’t notice what was ahead, until she bumped into Tang Huacheng’s back.
She didn’t know when Tang Huacheng had stopped walking. He turned his head and looked at her.
Seeing the girl covering her sore nose, her large, shimring eyes filled with vigilance, Tang Huacheng silently pulled the corner of his mouth, "What? Are you scared?"
If she wasn’t scared, how could she not have noticed that he had stopped ahead and bumped straight into him like this?
The pain that followed told him that the impact was indeed not light.
As An Ran’s horoom teacher, Tang Huacheng wasn’t very old, in his twenties. At this age, he got along well with the group of vibrant college students.
During his six months of teaching, the students in the class got along quite well with this young horoom teacher. Especially since Tang Huacheng was good-looking and talented, many girls in the class respected, adored, and admired him.
An Ran was no exception. Although it was different from her admiration for Mu Xingfeng, it didn’t prevent her from admiring the talents of this young ntor.
The main thing was, in An Ran’s view, Tang Huacheng didn’t have the airs of a typical teacher. Although low-key, he got along well with them.
However, if Tang Huacheng knew what she was thinking, the situation might be entirely different.
Hearing Tang Huacheng’s question, An Ran rubbed her nose a couple more tis to make sure there was no nosebleed, and then asked, "Teacher Tang, is the principal planning to expel too?"
This ti, Tang Huacheng laughed out loud, "Who dares to expel you? Don’t worry, the principal is just interested in you. He’s wanted to et you ever since he learned about your good citizenship for heroic deeds but never had the chance."
What Tang Huacheng didn’t ntion was that the principal just wanted to et the wife of the prestigious Young Master Mu of Imperial City, in case anyone blind enough caused trouble at the school and offended this powerful figure.
Upon hearing this, An Ran twitched her mouth. Why would a big principal be so interested in soone like her? It almost scared her to death. The good citizenship for heroic deeds happened before she enrolled, and it had been more than half a year since then. Bringing it up again now made her feel a bit embarrassed.
And that line from Tang Huacheng, "who dares to expel you," why did she feel it sounded a bit odd?
The administrative building was at the very back of Nan University, separated by a sports field and an elegant, tranquil small park.
The distance wasn’t short, and it took the two of them a full fifteen minutes to get there.
Tang Huacheng directly brought An Ran to the principal’s office.
Tang Huacheng knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and entered, "Principal Dai, An Ran is here."
At this mont, the principal raised his head from the pile of docunts on the table.
Principal Dai Yue was a man nearing sixty, with a square face, thick black eyebrows, and sparkling eyes that didn’t seem like they belonged to soone nearing sixty.
During the entrance ceremony, An Ran had seen Principal Dai, but from a distance, not as clearly as now.
Seeing Principal Dai’s eyes on her, An Ran politely greeted him, "Hello, Principal Dai!"
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