Upon hearing the young scholarship student's retort, the professor did not immediately reply. Instead, he raised his finger, conjured a spark, and pressed it onto the golden tobacco in his pipe. Accompanied by a wisp of smoke, he stuffed the pipe into his mouth and took a deep puff.
Phew...
The professor exhaled a dense cloud of smoke, almost engulfing himself completely, but Zheng Qing could clearly see his bright eyes, akin to the shiny shell on the back of an insect—hard, polished to a gleaming luster.
"The school is a bit chaotic at the moment, on all levels."
The legendary wizard behind the desk spoke to the young scholarship student with unexpected candor and straightforwardness: "You know, due to some rumors, I wasn't appointed vice principal, and the one who became vice principal, Lady Emma—this evaluation is purely factual, unrelated to personal grievances—from a capability standpoint, Lady Emma's appointment as vice principal is rather inadequate..."
