Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin, who was holding the ruler, with a glint of appreciation in his eyes.
Indeed, a teacher's little padded jacket—no wonder, despite being a stickler for rules and propriety and not exactly a teacher's lackey, the teachers still liked this guy a lot.
First and foremost, he was mostly well-behaved and obedient, never instigating trouble.
Secondly, he knew how to handle affairs, working efficiently, able to grasp the main conflicts and root issues of a problem and resolve it from its source in one go.
Zhao Rong nodded, hands clasped behind his back, and turned to continue forward.
In his view, the main conflict in this incident was clear, a clash between his new approachable and amiable teaching style and a certain student named Wu, whose itch for mischief seemed to be growing by the day.
Quite sharp indeed.
Zhao Rong, with his back turned, let out a light sigh and glanced at the sun before heading toward the exit of Cheng Cong Valley.
