"Zhao An, a student from Class 1-2, Senior High School. Who are you?" Zhao An folded his arms and made a forceful gesture.
"This is the new principal, Bai Junlin. Zhao An, please be careful with your demeanor. Principal, this is Zhao An, our school's top student and a major sponsor. He's funded a lot of our equipment." Lin Cui looked as if she was scolding Zhao An, but in reality, she was secretly defending her husband.
Bai Junlin's eyes flickered. "Why are you supporting the school?"
"If you have money, why not support your alma mater? Isn't it okay if you have too much money and don't know where to spend it?" Zhao An shrugged nonchalantly. "Okay, I have to get back to class now. I had something to take care of. Excuse me."
Watching Zhao An leave, Bai Junlin felt a little offended and said to Lin Cui, "Is this student always like this?"
Lin Cui's eyes smiled. Nothing could make her happier than seeing her husband. "Yes, he's got excellent grades. Even the senior high school questions are no problem for him." In fact, he's already pursuing a field typically reserved for doctoral students, so we're relatively relaxed with him. As long as he basically follows the rules, we don't bother. And often, damaged equipment requires money to replace. The school's funds aren't very high, so having his financial support is a welcome bonus.
"Hmph, money isn't everything," Bai Junlin snorted, disliking this lawless outlaw. "Students must follow the rules, every student."
Lin Cui felt somewhat helpless. She suspected she might be experiencing menopause, perhaps lacking male sexual comfort. She'd been like that before, too, but after being raped by Zhao An, things improved considerably. A woman who's been saturated with semen and one who hasn't are two completely different creatures.
Zhao An returned to the classroom. He hadn't yet realized that the new principal had labeled him a typical rebel, but even if he knew, it wouldn't have mattered.
As soon as they returned to the classroom, Zhang Chang whispered, "The new principal is here, and she's a beautiful lady."
"I saw it. She's a real beauty. This place is very spacious." Zhao An gestured to his chest, and the two exchanged a smile. There are things only men understand.
At this moment, the homeroom teacher brought a boy into the classroom, seemingly with something important to tell them.
"Everyone, this is our new transfer student. We'll be learning together from now on. Please don't bully new students, and be kind and loving. Come on, introduce yourself to everyone." The homeroom teacher stepped aside, making room for him and extending his hand in an inviting gesture.
Just this small gesture confirmed that this boy was not as ordinary as he appeared.
The boy looked a little frail, a thin man who didn't seem strong. "Hello everyone, I'm transfer student Hou Ling. Hou means king, noble, general, and minister, and Ling means fierce and powerful. I'm very happy to be your classmate. Please take good care of me."
A burst of applause rang out, signaling the temporary welcome for this guy.
"Okay, Hou Ling, you can sit in the back with Zhao An. He's the best student in our class, so you can talk more. Teacher Wang won't bother you anymore. Let's get on with the class." The homeroom teacher handed the class time back to the teacher.
Hou Ling, carrying his schoolbag, came over to Zhao An's side. With a hint of trepidation, he sat down. He nodded at Zhao An, his expression slightly excited. "Hello, Zhao An. I'm a fan. Nice to meet you."
Zhao An reached out and shook his hand. "That's normal. Don't be weird. Stand up straight, look up, take a deep breath. Okay, let's get on with the get out of class. We'll talk after class."
Hou Ling followed suit and found himself less nervous. For a moment, he looked up at Zhao An.
After class, school was over. After lunch, the cafeteria was already being renovated. But since winter break was almost over, everyone could just go out for lunch. There was no need to go to the cafeteria.
"Hey, idol, can I treat you to dinner?" Hou Ling asked a bit sheepishly, sounding like a fan with the trepidation of a fan facing their idol.
"Ah, our genius is very busy and might not have the time. By the way, why did you transfer here at the end of the semester? You don't have any connections, do you?" Zhang Chang asked suspiciously. After all, he was considered a second-generation kid, so he had some experience.
Hou Ling scratched his head, looked around, and whispered, "My mom is the principal. She just took office today!"
This was interesting. Zhao An's eyes lit up, as if he had a ulterior motive. "Oh? That's great! Hey, maybe there will be something fun in the future. Let's go out for dinner. I'll treat you. I don't mind the money."
"Really? That's great! Thank you, idol!" Hou Ling replied excitedly.
"Just call me Zhao An, no need to call me idol. I don't want to be an idol. That kind of idol halo will blind me to the path ahead, and I won't even notice if I've taken the wrong path." Zhao An waved his hand and delivered another golden sentence. His style is incredibly realistic, down-to-earth, and that's what makes him a universal idol.
Compared to other celebrity idols, his down-to-earth approach is more relatable. Everyone likes down-to-earth people who are approachable, not idols who are high above them—people can look up to them but can't touch them. Only a few idols like that can succeed.
Hou Ling picked up his phone and called, "Mom, my classmate treated me to dinner, so I can't go over at noon. It's Zhao An, the smartest student in our class. I was going to treat him, but he said he'll treat. Okay, thanks, Mom."
In the office, Bai Junlin put down her phone, a puzzled look in her eyes. She didn't know why Zhao An had invited her son to dinner, as if he had some ulterior motive.
Putting away her phone, Bai Junlin looked at the list. There weren't many people available at school, and Lin Cui was one. But Lin Cui was pregnant again, so she wasn't going to be able to help much.
Lin Cui was also preparing to go to dinner. She and Liu Xuemei were eating together, and Wang Huifang would come over to wash vegetables and cook, and they'd eat together.
Pregnant women weren't in a rush anyway; rural women were capable and wouldn't be too timid. It might be difficult to face Peng Ze, after all. He was his nominal husband. He had personally given his wife to Zhao An to play with, got her pregnant, and then slept with her. Who could stand that? It was completely unacceptable!