"Mr. Waltson, I believe my daughter is your alumni, and she is familiar with your class," the principal promised, his voice depressed. Perhaps she can assist you, so..."
"Can I have Miss Burke as my assistant?" Wills Waltson interrupted the principal and shook his head dismissively.
Emilia Burke, who was standing to the side, stood up and said, "Senior, I can definitely become a very good assistant." Allow me to give it a shot."
Wills Waltson remained calm, his face blank, but his tone was clear and cold: "No, you can't keep secret, as my assistant, the first request must be to be able to control your own mouth."
"I can, I really can," Emilia Burke said repeatedly. "I never open my mouth.""I swear to God."