When Zhou Wang started boasting less than a minute after being nostalgic, Jiang Qingkui gave him a look of annoyance.
But she couldn't argue.
Because at just a university graduate's age, Zhou Wang had already achieved so much. Standing here, his back must be straight.
To put it bluntly, even if we remove the age factor, in the over a hundred years since Jing City First Middle School was founded, how many have surpassed his achievements?
Those in politics don't count, after all, it's a different track.
As it happened, both their phones rang at the same time.
"Old Guo."
"Teacher Qin."
They exchanged glances and found it quite amusing; their former head teacher was calling them both at the same time.
They answered their phones and after a round of "um, uh-huh," Zhou Wang hung up first. After waiting for more than a minute, Jiang Qingkui finished her conversation with Qin Li.
"What did Director Qin say?" Zhou Wang then asked.
