Principal Young’s amiable deanor left Willow Crawford bewildered, especially when he asked her to sit next to Miles Linden, giving her the impression that he intended to sell her for profit.
Willow sat beside Miles, "Principal, I’d like to clarify the rumors about dating Miles Linden."
This was sothing she absolutely couldn’t admit to, and Willow didn’t want Miles to be implicated, so it was better for her to explain.
Principal Young waved his hand, chuckling, "No need to clarify, I understand everything."
"Principal, I haven’t said anything yet, and you understand?" Willow looked at Principal Young with suspicion. What did he understand?
"Of course I understand, don’t worry, it’s a small matter, just a trivial one." Principal Young smiled with squinted eyes.
"..." Willow was completely puzzled. She felt Principal Young was being mysterious, so she turned to look at Miles.
Miles sat on the sofa, not saying a word the whole ti, looking indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him. He was even harder to read than Principal Young.
"Principal!" At this mont, Hannah Alden stord in, full of vigor.
Seeing Hannah, Willow quickly sat up straight. She sensed hostility; Hannah was definitely going to cling to the issue of her holding hands with Miles last night. She was already in a full battle mode.
"Oh, so it’s Hannah Alden. Do you have sothing to say?" Principal Young asked.
Do you have sothing to say?
Hannah was stunned. Holding hands early in a relationship was strictly prohibited at their school, yet now, Principal Young calmly asked if she had sothing to say, as if he hardly welcod her in. She wanted to retort to the principal, "Do you have sothing to say?"
"Principal, you’ve seen the photos. I’m a witness. Last night, I saw Miles and Willow holding hands, and now, who in our school doesn’t know they are secretly dating? This is very serious, and I suggest the principal imdiately expels them!"
Willow imdiately wanted to stand up and argue.
But Principal Young stood up first, looking at Hannah, "Hannah Alden, just holding hands, what’s that? It’s not the feudal era anymore. How can you claim Miles and Willow are dating just based on a photo of them holding hands?"
Hannah was utterly shocked, staring at Principal Young with disbelief. This Principal, known for his high respect and prestige, always fair and impartial, had never shown favoritism, yet now he was biased towards Miles and Willow.
"Principal, they are dating, and other students know they’re very close..."
"I know, Miles and Willow are close because they explore topics together, work hard together, and lift each other up. They’re good friends. Hannah Alden, do you only have female friends and no male friends? What school rule forbids having male friends?"
"But..."
"No buts. We’re all about humanities education now. It’s rather those spreading rumors who say one’s eyes are dirty, so everything seen is dirty. You’re always talking about early relationships, do you love early relationships that much?"
Hannah Alden, "..."
Principal Young, an old professor specializing in liberal arts, is eloquent and refuted Hannah Alden, leaving her speechless and dumbstruck.
The equally dumbstruck was Willow, wondering if the principal personally went out to verbally duel Hannah Alden for her and Miles.
Oh my gosh!
Such undeserved favor, how astonishing!
Willow had never revealed her identity, and Principal Young’s favoritism truly overwheld her.
Only Miles remained the calst, showing little emotion.
"Principal, I..." Hannah Alden still wanted to say sothing.
"Alright, this matter ends here. Don’t bring it up again. Hannah Alden, focus more on your studies." Principal Young cut her off.
Hannah Alden, who had prepared a bellyful of speeches, now found all her words stuck in her throat, blocked by Principal Young, making her feel like she had punched a pillow and left dejected.
Hannah Alden was utterly frustrated, unwillingly glaring at Willow before turning and running off.
"Principal, I’m really grateful to you this ti." Willow expressed her sincerest gratitude at once.
Principal Young waved his large hand, "It’s what I should do. Just study well, everything is in my hands. By the way... our city’s digital programming competition is about to start, you see..."
Principal Young shifted the topic.
Willow imdiately nodded, indicating she understood. No wonder the principal favored her and Miles so much; he hoped she’d achieve great results in the digital programming competition.
The digital programming competition was tough; previous participants were math and digital geniuses from prestigious schools, and Willow was a bit weak in math, so she hadn’t registered.
But considering Principal Young’s favoritism, he surely placed all his hopes on her, how could she let him down?
After a series of ntal struggles, Willow gathered courage, "Okay, Principal Young, sign up, I’ll do my best."
Principal Young approached, smiled, and patted Willow on the shoulder, "Willow Crawford, your courage is comndable."
What’s going on?
Wasn’t Principal Young pinning high hopes on her? Why would he only award her a consolation prize of encouragent?
Principal Young’s gaze finally fell on Miles, like an affectionate uncle taking Miles’s hand with a flattering smile, "Miles, I’ve already signed you up, I entrust this matter to you."
"..." Willow gasped, the real target of Principal Young was Miles all along!
Both Principal Young’s favoritism and fondness had nothing to do with her; they were all because of Miles.
Principal Young hoped Miles would participate in the digital programming competition.
Willow felt the world surreal; Miles, he’s... but a student who only likes skipping classes and sleeping during lessons... a slacker!
At this ti, Miles retracted his hand, got up indifferently, uttering his first words of the day, "Let’s go."
He wanted to leave.
And wanted her to go with him.
Willow felt Miles was a bit arrogant, and at this ti, Miles’s hand naturally reached out, holding her small hand to lead her away.
Principal Young cheerfully watched them leaving, waving, "Take care, visit anyti."
Willow, "..."
...
Miles led Willow across campus, and Willow quickly withdrew her small hand, "Miles, why does the principal want you to participate in the digital programming competition, are you hiding sothing from ?"
Last night she suspected the geotric figure wasn’t drawn by him just for fun.
Miles suddenly stopped walking.
Willow couldn’t brake in ti and bumped into his chest.
Thump.
Her little head hit his solid chest.
Ouch.
That hurts.
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