"Okay, I won’t hold back then, Senior," Lou Xiaoxiao said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder as she walked out. Yin Qin glanced at her retreating figure, shook her head, and muttered, "These little princesses and their physical stamina! Another one whose legs are trembling from exhaustion..."
「...」
Han Lie chatted with Dean Liu, Director Zhang, and Director Che for a while, surprisingly not seeing Principal Zhang.
"Where’s Principal Zhang? Is he not satisfied with our work?"
The question was a bit presumptuous. However, ever since Han Lie and Liu Dalue had held that day-long eting in Principal Zhang’s office—which Principal Zhang had to make space for—the clever people on campus had understood Han Lie’s actual status.
Director Zhang casually said, "Principal Zhang had to go back to the main campus."
Director Che chid in with a laugh, slathering on the flattery, "That’s right, their main campus also has an evening gala. They put more effort into preparations than us, but honestly, I don’t think their results are necessarily better than ours!"
"Hm."
Han Lie nodded earnestly. "Our students’ artistic qualities aren’t bad at all; it’s just that details like costus, makeup, and props were still slightly lacking. From a distance, I felt it was acceptable, but up close, it didn’t quite hold up to scrutiny.
In the future, I will continue to be strict in this regard and strive to produce two high-quality programs good enough for television."
"Good!"
"Ambitious!"
"If you need any support, don’t hesitate to ask the faculty!"
Director Che, Director Zhang, and Dean Liu all applauded. Liu Hong, the head teacher of the Finance class, was stuck at the back, unable to offer any flattery, and was anxiously fidgeting.
Finally, the Smiling Tiger, Liu Hong, could only shake his head and lant, "For one evening party, Han Lie rushed around, busy both at the forefront and behind the scenes, truly a model of a dedicated cadre!"
I can’t take it anymore! I just can’t!
Han Lie modestly waved his hand.
Even a role model can’t endure being tornted like this. So tired, so tired...
After finally dealing with the school leaders, he then had to take the departnt’s key mbers to the celebration. Han Lie really couldn’t take it anymore and didn’t want to go.
So, he summoned his little assistant, Liang Wu, along with Yin Qin and Wang Tianqing. He instructed them, "Yin Qin, count the people. Wang Tianqing, organize and lead the team. Liang Wu, you go to the Sheraton, arrange the food and drinks, and get the celebration dinner started.
I have an impromptu drinking engagent, so I can’t attend. You all eat well, drink well, and have fun."
"Sure, no problem!"
Wang Tianqing nodded briskly and quickly sent Han Lie a text—
"Today is New Year’s Eve, you know!
Isn’t our Sugar Daddy planning to summon his Sailor Scouts for a transformation?
I even booked a hotel room in advance, and Little Seventeen went to set up a surprise. Don’t you really want to party a bit?
It’s okay if you’re late; your good girl can stay up all night!
If you like the idea, reply with 1.
If you really, really like it, reply with 11111..."
When he saw the content, the fearless Han Lie shivered all over.
Can’t party, just can’t. My favorite way to spend New Year’s Eve is to go to bed early...
Han Lie promptly replied, "Drinking with my father-in-law, can’t get out. Don’t miss , don’t disturb ."
Then he deleted the entire chat history and got into a taxi by the roadside.
"To the Banyan Tree Hotel."
Today, no one is stopping from sleeping alone!
Just as he was making this solemn vow, a ssage with a photo suddenly popped up in his WeChat.
The photo showed a dimly lit street corner where two people were making heart signs with their hands.
The taller one was Chen Yanfei, and the shorter one was Xiao Ding Xiang.
Household Guardian: "Pretty, right? Spending New Year’s Eve with just the two of us still feels a bit lonely and quiet. We’re missing soone who can take us on an adventure and liven things up."
Fuck!
Han Lie wailed internally, feeling like this life was unbearable.
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