What the fu*k?
Sang Yanqing watched as the director of admissions became another person frozen in shock.
Yuejian sighed, "Another one's brain has mental-boomed."
Sang Yanqing: "..."
Let's just say, she felt the same way.
After the ordered takeout arrived, the principal and the director of admissions managed to "glue themselves back together."
"Welcome to Northern State No.1 Middle School, Student Si," the principal said, wiping sweat from his brow and extending his hand. "Next year, our school will be honored to have you."
Si Fuqing shook his hand, "I'm honored to join your esteemed school."
After dinner, the principal and the director of admissions left.
Si Fuqing picked up her embroidery and noticed her phone had buzzed a couple of times.
[Yu Xiheng]: Being naughty again?
[Si Fuqing]: Not at all, I swear, I was being modest!
