The man looked at him with disdain and then turned his head and left.
Principal Li watched his retreating figure, a hint of bloodthirsty coldness flashing in his eyes. In a fit of rage, he pounded the desk, which emitted a deafening thud. He was the vice principal of Xingchen, and since the position of head principal above him had yet to be decided, there were rumors that he would soon be promoted. Despite the seeming glory, he was constantly overshadowed by this man, and he couldn't calm the resentment in his heart.
Qinghe withdrew her gaze, the corners of her mouth lifting in an amused arc. It seemed that Xingchen was quite interesting after all; where there were people, there was strife, even among the inhabitants of the Immortal Lands, who could hardly avoid worldly customs.
When the time came, Principal Li, with a friendly smile on his face, came to collect Qinghe's test papers and turned off the screens still lit in the room.