When they talked about Ye Jian and the students, Political Commissar Yue, who had been awake the entire night, became interested. "Why are you still worried?"
Commissar Yue didn't walk around the school often. Other than going on business trips, he sometimes had to go to the military unit. Hence, he didn't know much about the students as compared to the dean, who was in charge of the school most of the time.
Even among colleagues, they would chat about daily matters together after becoming close.
The dean scratched his head. He looked resigned, but he was actually happy. "I've been questioned by the students in Ye Jian's class until my hair has turned white, especially that student called Xu Wen. After seeing her a few times, I quickly learned to avoid her."
At the mention of this, Commissar Yue was elated. He even slapped his thigh. As a soldier, even the political commissar was bold. "This is a good thing. It means that Little Ye is very popular in the class."
