Gu Jiaojiao said it once in English and then again in Chinese, and the students in the classroom started to laugh softly.
Although they were normally afraid of the dean of discipline, Gu Jiaojiao had put it so well that they couldn't hold back their laughter.
The dean of discipline had been an elegant beauty in her youth, and she remained an elegant woman in her old age.
She beamed at Gu Jiaojiao's compliment, the smile on her wrinkled face growing even more kindly.
'Jiaojiao is so right. Who says you have to let yourself go when you get old? Who says you can't wear beautiful dresses?'
'Who says you can't live with elegance, or travel and see the world...'
'Instead of pinning all your hopes on your children, waiting wistfully all day for them to show you affection, it's far better to invest that energy in yourself.'
'This young lady is practically my kindred spirit,' the dean thought. She then happily addressed the students of Senior Year, Class One.
