He Lingchuan looked at Professor Zhao with some surprise; he never expected Professor Zhao to say such a thing.
Does he consider He Lingchuan his last disciple?
The principal looked troubled: "I do want He Lingchuan to stay, and I know he is a rare talent. But the public opinion outside is getting worse. Professor Zhao, please don't make things difficult for me. How about this, you help me put on a show first, and after this storm has passed, I'll bring He Lingchuan back. What do you say?"
I estimate that in another month, no one will mention this anymore.
As long as they bring back the students Professor Zhao expelled and announce He Lingchuan's expulsion, their school's reputation will be preserved.
It won't be too late for him to find He Lingchuan again later.
Professor Zhao, however, was a stubborn man. He felt that He Lingchuan had been wronged and refused to agree no matter what: "This is my student. If I, as a teacher, can't even protect my own student, do I deserve to be a teacher?"
Professor Zhao looked at the principal with a sharp gaze and a firm tone: "I'm putting my words here today. If you dare to let He Lingchuan leave, I will leave with him."
He Lingchuan stood to the side, his eyes moist. He never expected that Professor Zhao would go to such lengths for him.
His eyes were moist as he stood to the side, sniffling.
Once his emotions had calmed down, He Lingchuan spoke up: "Professor Zhao, please don't do this, I can't accept it."
He Lingchuan stared blankly at Professor Zhao, his eyes filled with guilt.
He grasped Professor Zhao's hand, his voice filled with shame: "I am not worthy to be your student. I have disgraced you."
Professor Zhao raised his hand and patted his head: "What did you do wrong? It's all my fault for listening to them and reopening the class. Otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out like this."
Professor Zhao stared intently at the principal with sharp eyes.
He didn't give the principal any time to think, urging him impatiently: "Make a decision quickly. If you can't decide, then I'll take He Lingchuan with me today."
As he spoke, Professor Zhao took He Lingchuan's hand and prepared to leave.
He had only taken two steps when he heard the principal's voice: "Wait, Professor Zhao, don't you need to give me some time to think about it? It's really difficult for me to give an answer right now."
Professor Zhao squatted down, turned around and looked at the principal: "Is it really that difficult to make just one decision?"
He Lingchuan gently patted Professor Zhao's shoulder and said softly, "Professor Zhao, I understand that the principal might still be in a bit of a dilemma. Why don't we go back and wait?"
He Lingchuan already had a plan in mind; he intended to get Professor Zhao away first.
Professor Zhao looked at He Lingchuan with some doubt: "You don't have any other intentions, do you?"
He knew his student too well. He Lingchuan was very smart, and just as stubborn. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it.
He Lingchuan paused, his body stiffening slightly. He hadn't expected Professor Zhao to be able to see through his thoughts.
He stammered, "It's nothing. Don't you know me? I was worried you wouldn't be able to stand here for long."
Professor Zhao looked at He Lingchuan with some skepticism: "You'd better not have any other ideas. Leave this to me."
Professor Zhao left only after He Lingchuan assured him that he wouldn't have any other intentions.
He had only been gone a short while when He Lingchuan secretly returned to the principal's office.
"Principal, please process my withdrawal from school."
He didn't want to implicate Professor Zhao, whose reputation was now bad because of him, and He Lingchuan didn't want to cause him any more trouble.
The principal looked at him with a skeptical expression: "Are you sure? Professor Zhao said that if you weren't at the school, he would leave too."
Although he really wanted to process He Lingchuan's withdrawal from school, he couldn't disobey Professor Zhao's orders.
After all, their school still needs Professor Zhao to lend his support.
He Lingchuan raised his head, his tone firm: "As long as you process my withdrawal paperwork, I will handle the rest myself."
"You seem to fear neither heaven nor earth."
The principal sneered, his eyes full of disdain as he looked at He Lingchuan: "If Professor Zhao blames me, I can't bear that responsibility."
If He Lingchuan turns around and bites back, won't he become the target of everyone's criticism?
The principal clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes filled with displeasure as he looked at He Lingchuan: "You must write me a guarantee proving that you voluntarily withdrew from school."
He Lingchuan bit his lower lip and agreed without hesitation.
After writing the guarantee, the principal took He Lingchuan to complete the withdrawal procedures.
The principal glanced at He Lingchuan out of the corner of his eye, feeling a pang of reluctance. After hesitating for a moment, he instructed the staff, "Temporarily process a leave of absence."
He Lingchuan was somewhat surprised: "Principal, what's going on...?"
"Come back when things have calmed down."
The principal gently patted He Lingchuan's shoulder and sighed helplessly, "This is all I can do."
He Lingchuan frowned, sensing that something was amiss.
But he didn't think too much about it; he was willing to do anything to keep Professor Zhao at the school.
After completing the leave of absence procedures, He Lingchuan originally planned to announce it a few days later.
Unexpectedly, the staff member who processed his certificate posted his entire leave of absence process online.
Before he could even leave the school gate, Professor Zhao called.
"He Lingchuan, you're really being ridiculous! Who gave you the right to suspend your studies on your own?"
He Lingchuan stood there stunned, his first reaction being to keep this a secret: "Professor Zhao, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand what you mean."
"Stop playing dumb with me. Everyone online is talking about your decision to drop out of school. They're saying you're guilty. Why can't you listen to my advice? Why are you so willful?"
Even over the phone, He Lingchuan could hear Professor Zhao's angry voice. Hearing Professor Zhao's increasingly rapid breathing, he became somewhat flustered: "Don't worry, let me explain to you slowly."
"I don't want to hear your explanation. I'm going to the school to see the principal now. You're not allowed to go anywhere."
After saying that, Professor Zhao hung up the phone without waiting for He Lingchuan to speak.
He Lingchuan sighed helplessly as he listened to the busy tone coming from the other end of the line.
He found a secluded spot to sit down, intending to stop Professor Zhao before he arrived at the school.
If he sees the principal, this matter will never end.
While waiting for Professor Zhao, he scrolled through his phone, his online comments filled with insults, almost none of them kind.
He Lingchuan sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to block these messages, a pop-up window appeared—He Lingchuan had already paid off all his debts and severed ties with the Shen family.
He Lingchuan clicked in and discovered that someone had bought his project for 100 million yuan.
If it were just about buying technology, that wouldn't be surprising. The key issue is that this project is still unfinished, which is like someone spending 100 million to buy an unfinished building.
For a time, this news overshadowed the news of his suspension from school, and everyone was discussing who this big-spending seller was.
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