Wang Xiaolan, who was far away at Kyoto University, was preparing to go to the school logistics department with Zhou Bihua and Wang Shanhu to get teaching materials and meal tickets.
Counselor, Teacher Tang knocked on the door of dormitory 208.
Wang Xiaolan opened the door and said, "Counselor, is there anything wrong?"
Teacher Tang said, "Student Wang, I received a call from the principal's office. Please go to the principal's office as soon as possible."
Wang Xiaolan asked with a puzzled look on her face, "The principal wants to see me? What's going on?"
Teacher Tang said, "Yes, as for what it is, I don't know. You will find out when you go to the principal." After that, she glanced at the dormitory and left.
Inside the dormitory, several freshmen were sitting around chatting. When the counselor said this, the whole room erupted in excitement. The students all turned their gazes to Wang Xiaolan, their eyes filled with unconcealed envy.
Some students gaped with their mouths wide open, as if they could fit an egg in them; others smacked their lips in amazement, incredulous that Wang Xiaolan had even been summoned by the principal. And what about Wang Xiaolan herself? She was taken aback at first, clearly unprepared for such a thing, but she quickly regained her composure.
Chen Hui, who was munching on sunflower seeds nearby, a subtle hint of jealousy and disdain on her face, said sarcastically, "Wow! He's the top scorer after all! Wow, that's truly remarkable! He even got a personal audience with the principal. I wonder how he learned to be so smart?"
"If I had worked harder like him, maybe I would be the one standing here being received by the principal! What a pity! Time can't be turned back, and I can only watch others succeed!"
After saying that, she sighed in an exaggerated manner, and then continued to crack the melon seeds in her hand as if nothing had happened. She looked as sour as she could be.
At this moment, when Zhou Bihua heard her say this, a look of dissatisfaction and disdain immediately appeared on his face.
She retorted without hesitation, shouting, "Hmph! Look at you! You're so shameless! You're just so jealous! You're just a dumb person! I'm a real talent! Look at you! You're just jealous!
"In my opinion, you should just crawl back into your mother's womb and pray to God to give you a smart and flexible brain. That way, you might get first place in the exam."
Chen Min said angrily: "Auntie, I see that you are older than us, otherwise..."
Zhou Bihua didn't let her finish and said, "Otherwise, you want to fight me? You can't beat me in a fight. I've been in the countryside for a few years. I don't have any other skills, but I can still fight."
When Chen Hui heard this, she felt like a deflated ball and didn't dare to argue with Zhou Bihua anymore.
At this moment, Chen Min, who was on the other side, saw the entire scene. Seeing Chen Hui being ruthlessly rebuked by Zhou Bihua to the point of being speechless, she suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart.
Her face, which originally seemed a little arrogant, was now filled with disdain. She then said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Oh my god, look at what you have achieved! You are just a small principal. How high an official position can you hold? Is it worth your envy? Let me tell you, my father often has dinner with those bigwigs at the governor and ministerial level!" After saying that, she did not forget to raise her chin slightly, as if she had an extremely noble background.
Wang Shanhu said, "Chen Min, you're showing off so much, but it's just your dad. Did you have lunch with the governor or the minister?"
Chen Min was speechless for a moment.
Wang Xiaolan saw them arguing endlessly and shook her head. "Is it necessary for you to argue like this? I'm worried about this. Who can go for me?"
Zhou Bihua said quickly, "Okay, Xiaolan, go quickly! No one can replace you. Wang Shanhu and I will help you get your books back."
Wang Xiaolan opened the door of the dormitory and walked out.
At this moment, she was constantly pondering a question in her mind: Does Principal Tan Wei know whether he still has memories of the afterlife? If not, that would be fine. But if so, how should we handle our relationship? This question was like a dark cloud hanging over her heart, making her feel uneasy.
She walked absent-mindedly and unknowingly arrived at the closed door of the principal's office.
After standing still, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner tension and anxiety, but her pounding heart could not calm down.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to raise her right hand and gently knocked on the door. The knocks were particularly clear and loud in the silent corridor, as if every knock struck her heart, making her heartbeat faster and faster.
A deep male voice came from inside: "Come in."
Wang Xiaolan gently pushed the slightly worn door. With a soft creak, the crack in the door slowly widened, and she poked her head in. After glancing around the room, her gaze finally fell on Principal Tan, seated behind his desk.
At this moment, he was lowering his head slightly, concentrating on looking at a document in his hand. Beside the desk, there was a strange man standing upright.
Principal Tan, without looking up, simply said, "Please take a seat and wait a moment. I'll finish what I'm doing soon."
Wang Xiaolan walked into the office and sat down on an old sofa to the left of the door.
I looked around the office. The first thing that caught my eye was the desk by the window. It looked a bit old, but it was kept very clean and tidy.
On the desk, in the center, were two small, bright red flags. To the left were two old-fashioned telephones, one black and one red. To the right, two ink bottles, one black and one red, stood side by side, with two delicate pens glimmering faintly at their tips. In the other corner, a metal ashtray sat casually.
There are fabric sofas on both sides of the wall...
All of these items were standard features in offices of that particular era.
After a while, Principal Tan finished reading the document in his hand, reached out his right hand and pulled out the ink pen next to the black ink bottle. He dotted the bottle once, scraped the bottle mouth twice, and signed the document at the end. Then he handed it to the male staff member next to him.
The staff member took the document and turned around, then saw Wang Xiaolan. His gaze lingered on her for two or three seconds. Then he nodded politely. Wang Xiaolan also nodded politely, as a greeting.
As soon as the man left the office, Wang Xiaolan stood up and said, "Principal, I'm Wang Xiaolan. Are you looking for me?"
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