The next day, in the early morning, was the weekly academic office meeting.
As usual, there was a pile of pointless blather.
Then came the educational arrangements for the coming week, the overall management of school affairs, and many trivial matters. These issues had already been resolved by the vice principal. Now, they were being reported in the meeting to see if anyone dared to stand up and raise objections.
Huai Shi was still slouching in a corner like a salted fish.
Headache.
He should have known better than to drink so much.
After slouching a bit more, he lowered his head, feigning thoughtfulness, and prepared to catch a wink. However, he noticed a disconcerting gaze repeatedly from the head of the table.
He looked up; the gaze vanished. He lowered his head; it returned. He looked up again, and it was gone...
He glared at Luo Su. What the hell was this old guy up to?
But Luo Su was drinking tea as if nothing was amiss, exuding an air of someone plotting.
