Although the President knew that he might have spoken out of hand, he was still unwilling to back down.
"Compared to a great high school, isn't this place a bit...too shabby?"
The two men looked like they were about to quarrel. Yao Tang glanced at their narrowed eyes and felt her head start to pound. With a sigh, she turned to the President. "Thank you for your sincere invitation, but I really don't intend to play tennis."
Hearing Yao Tang's words, Principal Kong breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a trace of pride in his eyes as he shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry. Although Yao Tang is a student under my watch, there's really nothing else I can do to convince her." He sighed. "She's, after all, in her senior year. It's normal for her to want to concentrate on her academics."
"I'm sure you understand, right?"
Understand?
Understand his ass?
