Vice Principal Zhang Yong was clearly trying to dump another troublesome, underperforming transfer student with connections into her elite, top-ranked class to ruin her class average. There was absolutely no universe in which she would agree to such a liability.
Earlier, when she had briefly entered the office, she had only given the new girl a casual, dismissive glance. Judging entirely by the girl's plain, unbranded casual clothes, Ruan Leiwei had already instantly constructed her own biased conclusion. Since the girl was not even wearing the academy's prestigious custom uniform on her very first day, she must undoubtedly be a problematic, uneducated transfer student with a messy, complicated background.
She let out a quiet, disdainful snort before pulling her lesson plan tight against her chest, walking away without giving the encounter another second of thought.
Inside the quiet office, Vice Principal Zhang Yong looked at Qiao Meixia with a profoundly apologetic expression.
