Jiang Su, who had been silent, raised his head: "I'm transferring classes."
The school did not want to escalate the matter, and neither did he.
While the school was considering various aspects, he was not. He simply hoped that the girl he liked could finish her senior year without any disturbances.
So, let it end like this.
The dean, who had been interrupted, was taken aback and looked at Jiang Su.
Jiang Su pursed his lips, "I'll transfer classes, any class is fine. I won't go looking for her anymore. Let's leave it at that."
The dean's office was quiet.
After about half a minute, the dean turned to Jian Zhangyun: "Let's deal with it this way. We'll decide which class to transfer to later."
Then, the dean turned to Jiang Yongshi: "Mr. Jiang, you have no objections to the school's arrangement, right?"
"No objection." Jiang Yongshi said: "I'm really sorry for the trouble this has caused. Since it's about time for dinner, how about I treat you to a meal?"
