"The school's administrative capacity is really pathetic now, how can they allow students to run amok like this? They need to take responsibility for these kids. They are all the future hopes of our nation," Yu Gang, known in the academic circles as 'Mr. Nice Guy,' couldn't contain his irritation after his repeated requests were ignored. He had no choice but to make his way back to the entrance of the North Campus.
Mr. Zhang, tall and burly, also stood outside, still holding the extra-large suitcase that his daughter couldn't bring inside and had to leave behind.
Both of their phones rang one after the other, "Uncle Yu, I'm already inside the school. It's pretty good here, you can relax and head back." Xiao Xian's words eased Yu Gang's mind.
"Dad, we have everything we need here, you can take the luggage back." A similar message was also passed on to Mr. Zhang by Zhang Yiyi.
