With his divine sense, Old Ye could tell the principal was the only one inside his office, and he wasn't in any so-called meeting as the secretary claimed.
"To those I want to meet, they can't be busy; when this Lord want to meet you, even if you are in seclusion, you will scram out for me." Old Ye responded coldly and then pulled John's hand, saying, "Come, let's go in."
Startled by Old Ye's words, the secretary didn't realise it when they started walking towards the principal's office door.
"You can't go in," she shouted angrily and tried to get up from her seat.
But to her shock, she couldn't move her butts off the chair, placing her hands on the table and pulling her weight upward; her butts glued to the chair and didn't budge an inch. Cold sweat broke out on her face.
Old Ye walked directly to the principal's office and pulled the door open. He strode in with John without knocking.
The man putting on an eyeglass and writing on a piece of paper, with a scholar air around him behind the big table in the spacious cooling office, is the principal of Brilliant High School.
A frown creased his face when he saw Old Ye and John together. He didn't hear them knock, nor was he informed before their entry.
Displeased, he asked, "Where is my secretary? Who let you in?"
"I am here to see you," Old Ye replied curtly; without following the logic of conversation.
The principal's eyebrows knitted tightly in displeasure. Old Ye didn't care at all; he walked over and sat down before the principal.
"Why are you standing? Come and sit down." Old Ye gestured towards the empty chair beside him while talking to John.
The principal's face darkened like a bottom pot, but he kept his anger in check and regained his calmness.
"I guess you are here to apologise; then I will invite the boy you fought with." Done talking, the principal picked up the telephone on the table and spoke briefly before dropping the phone.
Old Ye sat calmly while John clenched his fists tightly nervously. The principal didn't bother talking to them; he considered the two of them as people of no importance.
As principal of Brilliant High School, one of the best schools in A-city, he has the capital to be snobbish.
A few minutes later, a deep, loud voice boomed behind the door.
"Where is that bastard that beat up my son? Where is he?"
The principal's eyes lit up in joy. He quickly stopped writing and dropped the pen. Rising on his feet, he rushed towards the door.
The scholarly air was gone, and the bearing of a teacher dispersed like an evening cloud.
"Such a person is the principal of this school; no wonder everyone is behaving like this," Ye commented disdainfully; he was disgusted by the school gateman, the security man, the principal secretary, and the principal.
He didn't have any good opinions about the school.
The principal opened the door and welcomed the man, accompanied by a fat boy by the side, fawningly. "Mr. Smith, you wouldn't have bothered to come; such a matter doesn't demand your noble appearance."
"Principal Gad, this matter has to do with my son. I took time out of my busy schedule to see the bastard that beat up my son," Mr. Smith responded.
"Mr. Smith, please, come in; they are inside already waiting for you. The pupil who beat up your son has already agreed to apologise to your son publicly," Principal Gad said fawningly. He even rushed forward to place the chair Mr. Smith was going to sit on properly.
Mr. Smith looked towards John and Old Ye; the two of them hadn't said a word since he came in.
"Bastard, you are the one who had the guts to beat up my son? Do you know he is the Smith heir? If he wants to slap you, you will naturally position your face and allow him to slap as he wants. If he says you stand up, you have to. Can you bear the consequences of beating my son?" Mr. Smith thundered at John in an imposing manner.
His momentum made John shrink his head in fear.
The fat boy beside him asked, "Dad, should I slap him?"
"Of course, you can slap him as much as you want, Principal Gad; is there any problem?" Mr. Smith turned to the principal, standing before the chair he had properly arranged for him and asked.
Principal Gad smiled and didn't utter a word, tacitly agreeing.
"The both of you are brain-dead; I haven't ordered the both of you to go on your knees and apologise to my grandson; you are here barking like a dog. You are lucky this Lord here isn't interested in getting an apology from pigs; this matter should end here."Old Ye said it with a tone of finality.
The office plummeted into silence.
Principal Gad stared at John and Old Ye, wondering how a young, handsome man was John's grandfather. He remembered that John's grandfather was old and almost at the end of the rope. When did he turn twenty?
"Punk, do you know who you are talking to?" Mr. Smith asked with wide eyes; he couldn't remember when someone had talked to him like this which made him shocked.
"You are one of the Smith brats, and the father of that fatty beside you, is the Smith very impressive?" Old Ye retorted coolly; he didn't show any restraint with his words.
The office descended into silence, and the Smith father-son pair were both shocked until they couldn't mutter a sound.
"Interesting, Principal Gad, cancel this child's name from the registrar; from today, no one is going to admit you into any high school in A-city; you can scram out of A-city if you want to continue your education." Mr. Smith gnashed his teeth and said like he was passing judgment on John.