The orphanage director was discharged from the hospital and returned to the orphanage full of joy, only to find that her place was no longer there.

The children are learning to draw with their new teacher, and they are all very well-behaved.

The older teachers were also assigned different jobs, mostly as assistants, learning from the new teachers, or helping the new teachers with some simple tasks, which was essentially a retirement arrangement.

The older children have all been sent to schools elsewhere, and after inquiring, she found out they were all good schools!

I don't know what connections the new dean has, but he managed to get them all accepted into the program. If it were her, she might not even be able to get them in even if she knelt down and begged.

A professional film crew came to film, and when asked, it turned out they were all graduates of professional film and television universities. They came to film the children's daily lives and put these videos on the Ping An Orphanage's website.

"Our orphanage has its own website now?" The director covered her mouth in surprise.

A teacher who was close to her sighed: "Although we are close, I really don't want you to come back as dean. You can't even keep up with the new dean, even if you were barefoot."

The dean's mother was deeply shocked and turned to look at the square-faced bodyguard: "Am I... am I really that bad?"

The square-faced bodyguard touched his nose and remained silent.

"Can you stop being so honest and just coax me? Tell me you're a great dean too, is that not okay?"

“This…” The square-faced bodyguard sighed, “It’s not good to deceive yourself.”

"Never mind, I'll just continue to recover from my injury."

"Hasn't your injury healed?"

The headmistress pointed to her heart: "I need to heal my emotional wounds."

Han Chengda saw the two at the entrance of the orphanage and said with a smile, "Director Mama, you're finally back!"

"It seems you're the only one who welcomes me."

"What's going on?" Han Chengda asked, puzzled.

The square-faced bodyguard pulled him aside and whispered something in his ear.

"How could this be! He's usurping our place! This place was originally founded by the headmistress!"

"Director, wait for me, I'm going to find him! I will definitely help you get your position as director of the orphanage back!"

The headmistress reached out to stop her: "No, it's nothing, hey..."

"Why did he run so fast?" The director stopped a lonely girl, looking distressed. "Actually, I think it's fine this way. He really manages it well. Although I feel a sense of loss, this orphanage is still nominally mine. It's just that I have the name but no power anymore."

“Let’s go after them and see,” suggested the square-faced bodyguard.

"How could Han run so fast!" the dean's mother sighed. "I'm too embarrassed to meet the new dean."

Han Chengda, as always, pushed the door open and entered: "Hey, the director is back, why are you still lingering in this seat?"

Instead of answering, the new dean asked, "The tea you sent last time was quite good. Do you have any more?"

"Have you finished drinking?"

"After drinking it, I drink three cups a day to refresh and invigorate myself."

Han Chengda was shocked: "You're wasting such good tea! That's Mao Feng tea, worth thousands of yuan per ounce. You drink three cups a day, you're burning money!"

"Is it that expensive?" The new dean shrugged. "Never mind if you don't have it. I can't afford such good tea myself."

"Wait, what am I here for?" Han Chengda shook his head in frustration. "You almost led me astray! I'm asking you, why didn't you let the headmistress get back in place? You should leave!"

The new dean complained, "What kind of dragon throne is this?"

He looked back at the tattered chair he was sitting in: "This chair is practically falling apart, and people are still fighting to sit on it? I haven't wanted to sit here for ages! I didn't even know when she got back!"

"you do not know?"

“I’ve been in the office all day and haven’t gone anywhere else.”

"The headmistress hasn't come looking for you."

"without."

The dean's mother and her square-faced bodyguard rushed to the dean's office. Han Chengda turned around and asked, "Dean's mother, isn't it him hogging the seat and preventing you from coming back?"

"No, I haven't met him in person yet. It's just that... just looking at the orphanage now, I feel ashamed and inferior. I have no face to continue being the director of this orphanage."

Han Chengda: "...So it's just that I'm being too enthusiastic on my own?"

The new dean laughed out loud: "You do have some self-awareness, you hot-blooded young man."

The director, looking distressed, said, "The orphanage has changed a lot. I never expected that in just three months, the entire orphanage would look completely different. It seems I really didn't know how to be a director before."

The new dean waved his hand: "It's mainly because you're poor."

The dean felt as if a knife had been plunged into her heart! That really hurt!

The new dean took out the account book: "Since we launched the website and the donation channel, our income has been quite good recently. Take a look."

The new dean took the ledger and found that tens of thousands of people had made anonymous donations online. Although most of them only donated 10 or 20 yuan, with the occasional donation of 100 yuan, the sheer number of people made a difference.

The amount of online donations has already reached millions, and the website has only been established for a month and a half.

"I am ashamed of myself." The headmistress lowered her head deeply.

"Now that you're back, you'll serve as the vice director and learn from me for a month. The orphanage is relocating next month, and I'll be leaving then."

"where are you going?"

"Of course, I'll be transferred to the place I want to go."

This time, the orphanage was managed well, and his father finally recognized him and agreed to let him be the school principal. Although it wasn't the university principal he had hoped for, he was still a principal, a high school principal.

Han Chengda suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; the new dean was looking at him with ill intent!

"Han, we'll meet again in high school."

"What?" Han Chengda's bad premonition grew even stronger.

"At the end of next month, I will be transferred to your high school and become your principal. Call me principal in advance."

"You! Impossible!!!" Han Chengda turned and ran.

Nightmare! He can't even imagine how much suffering he'll endure if this guy becomes his high school dean!

"Hey! Why are you running away!" The new director laughed heartily. He turned his gaze to the director's mother and said, "Starting today, you have to study hard. Take out your notebook and start taking notes."

"Ah? Oh, okay!" The headmistress started looking for the notebook, her hands trembling with excitement.

Han Chengda ran all the way home, sweating profusely. As soon as he pushed open the gate, he saw a big pig's head sitting in the yard!

"What the hell is this?!" Han Chengda retreated strategically.

"Big brother, it's me," the pig-faced man said with a bitter expression.

Han Chengda wondered if he had misheard. How could this thing's voice sound exactly like his third brother's?

"The third brother?"

"It's me."

"How did you... turn into a pig's head?"

"Sigh, it's a long story."

Han Rou came out with an ice pack and casually tossed it to Han Chengshan: "Hurry up and put it on."

"Second sister, can't you be a little gentler? I only got beaten up because of you!"

"For me?" Han Rou smiled and pressed the ice pack hard against his face. "Thank you so much!"

Han Chengshan screamed in agony: "Second sister, you're killing me!"

"Xiaorou, what exactly happened?"

Han Rou said angrily, "Big brother, don't interfere."

Han Chengda touched his nose: "Can't I even ask around?"

Han Chengda admitted that he felt inexplicably timid towards his younger sister.

"Stop asking questions," Han Rou said irritably.