In the afternoon, the principal called Lan Jin to his office. He was extremely courteous, offering her tea and water with a friendly smile as he watched her and said:
"Miss Lan Jin, I took the liberty of deciding that you will give a speech on stage the day after tomorrow, in the identity of Devil King Jin and as Zhong Ling. You won't blame me, will you?"
Lan Jin held the disposable cup the principal handed her, took a sip of water, and raised an eyebrow in surprise, "How did you know I am Zhong Ling?"
She realized that the wily old principal seemingly had an extensive network, as even her concealed identity was known to him.
The principal smiled enigmatically, the small eyes even squintier than usual, quite resembling a fox, "According to some whispers, you have quite a number of identities. Moreover, all of them are this…!"
As he said "this," the shrewd principal gave her a thumbs up, his eyes brimming with admiration and reverence, not hiding his pride.
