The principal stood anxiously behind the tree.
He watched Yue Qingqing and the old man Qian talking about something, and the latter's expression turned serious, devoid of any joking demeanor.
Unfortunately, the principal was too far away to hear anything clearly; even straining his ears, he couldn't catch a single word.
Little did he know that Yue Qingqing had discreetly cast a barrier spell to ensure that their conversation wouldn't be overheard.
"I don't believe in feudal superstition. I was born under the red flag and naturally value science, but does that mean physiognomy isn't scientific?"
Qian, with a teasing look, asked, "How so?"
"If we go to buy watermelons, we often discern whether they're ripe and sweet from their texture, shape, and color. Otherwise, why would everyone meticulously choose and tap them to hear the sound?"