The principal hid behind the trunk of a tree, attempting to use the dangling branches to cover his face.
"Good day, Principal!" A student, nearly bumping into him while reading a book, quickly stood at attention.
The principal nodded and waved his hand, signaling for the student to move further away.
The student left, confused as a monk encountering a riddle,
thinking how unfathomable the principal was, could it be an incognito inspection?
But why the need to adorn his head with green leaves?
Could that really make him more inconspicuous?
Unbeknownst to the principal, his own mind was full of question marks, observing the old man who was pacing back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back nearby.
What was Mr. Qian thinking?
Weren't you supposed to be a person of high moral standing? Why does it feel no different from an old mischief-maker?
The principal felt as if his own knowledge was being ground into the floor by the other party.
