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Inside the drawer lay several thick stacks of documents, along with a heavy Principal Seal. There was no notebook from the Time Rewind scene. Yan Qing felt a twinge of disappointment as he sighed softly and slowly closed the drawer. His gaze swept across the desk, where a bookend held several hefty volumes, all classics of world literature.
He casually pulled one out and quickly flipped through its pages, finding nothing particularly remarkable. Just as he was about to put it back, a stack of papers fell out from within. The paper instantly drew the attention of several people nearby, who moved closer to him.
Yan Qing carefully unfolded the paper.
Date: Month Day, Sunny.
Yesterday, there was a light rain, and after the sun came out, I thought about going for a walk. I strolled leisurely around the campus, my steps neither hurried nor slow. As I gazed at the tall teaching buildings and dormitories, I felt a deep sense of nostalgia and my thoughts began to wander. I reflected on how these were all achievements during my tenure, and that sense of fulfillment flowed through me like a warm current.
However, my good mood did not last long. After the rain cleared, the campus should have been bright and beautiful, with a serene environment. Yet everywhere I looked, litter marred the landscape like ugly blotches, ruthlessly destroying all that was beautiful.
While wandering in the back mountains, my mood soured even further. Looking at the scene before me, I couldn't help but sigh heavily; this was not a school—it could just as well be called a landfill.
What infuriated me even more was that amidst this sea of garbage stood an incongruous Plum Blossom Tree.
Why was I so angry? Because this Plum Blossom Tree had been solemnly recorded in our School History. Its origins could be traced back thousands of years; it once thrived in the courtyard of an ancient temple. After the temple was demolished, it was relocated by the city government to our school.
A tree that had stood for thousands of years could be considered a treasure of the world, yet here it was growing amidst piles of trash—I simply could not tolerate it. Especially since this ancient tree's trunk appeared dry and lifeless; I couldn't help but think how tragic it was!
In addition to this Plum Blossom Tree, there were also several Ying Ke Song trees nearby—plants worth tens of thousands at auction—pathetically growing beside the garbage. Were they being disrespected or what?
So upon returning to my office, I immediately summoned the person in charge and gave them a stern reprimand. After venting my frustrations, I finally felt relieved. Unfortunately, Lao Zhou remained silent under my scolding, only repeatedly saying that our principal was indeed someone with strong feelings! Yan Qing found this amusing.
At some point, Tan Ming had stood behind Yan Qing and skimmed through the paper as well. However, when Tan Ming saw the name Lao Zhou, his brow furrowed slightly.
That Old Principal also mentioned Lao Zhou!
"What have you discovered?" Zhang Liu asked.
The three of them exchanged glances, and Tan Ming pulled Zhang Liu into a nearby room, gently closing the door behind them.
Five minutes later, the two of them emerged from the room. Zhang Liu's expression was calm, and it was unclear what Tan Ming had said to him, as he did not pursue any further questions.
The three of them returned to the fourth floor. Yan Qing reached out and pushed open the door. Just as Tan Ming stepped inside, Qi Qiuluo followed closely behind but was stopped by Tan Ming's outstretched hand.
"What are you doing?" Qi Qiuluo asked, visibly displeased, her voice rising a few notches.
Tan Ming glanced at the closed door and said seriously, "We don't have much time. You go search that room."
Qi Qiuluo looked at Yan Qing, confusion evident in her eyes as she sincerely asked, "Why can't I go instead?"
"What do you think?" Tan Ming's gaze revealed his distrust of Qi Qiuluo, his eyes sharp enough to seem like they could pierce through one's heart.
Though Qi Qiuluo felt frustrated, she could only swallow her displeasure. With an annoyed huff, she turned and left. "Fine!"
After she walked away, Tan Ming turned to Yan Qing and asked, "Do you know that female teacher?"
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