When the bewildered Huai Shi was quickly brought in front of Professor Matsumoto, he still hadn't reacted to what was happening.
Why me?
Why is it always me?
He genuinely doesn't understand, looking at the frail old man behind the glass, "Professor Matsumoto, we haven't met before, right? Isn't there something you can discuss with Mr. Isaac?"
"To be honest, I don't trust Mr. Isaac because he's different from the principal."
With his hair white as snow, Matsumoto Genichiro said: "I have known Mr. Isaac for many years and have never doubted his character. I also genuinely believe he would do anything to protect the Ivory Tower. But precisely because of this, I cannot trust him with matters not related to the Ivory Tower."
"Then, what about me? I can be trusted?"
Behind him, under the sharp gaze of the vice principal, Huai Shi's face turned green.
