Chapter 96: Encounter

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

But the surprised look on her face lasted only for a moment. Very soon, her face dimmed and she frowned.

Was it okay for him to give it to me?

No, I should ask him about it. Or else, I can’t put my mind at ease even if I accept it.

Since Battalion Commander Yang was not around, Ye Jian carried her schoolbag, heading to school to find Princ.i.p.al Chen… She a.s.sumed that Princ.i.p.al Chen might have the answer to her question.

Ye Jian kept running from the camp to the national road without slowing down her pace.

In front of her was a white minivan. Inside the minivan, a middle-aged, decently-dressed man who seemed like a teacher inadvertently saw her running from the rear-view mirror.

The minivan kept driving for several kilometers. To the man’s surprise, the distance between his vehicle and the student-like girl was almost the same as before.

So, he said to the driver, “Old Huang, at what speed are you driving? The girl from behind is about to catch up with you.”

“60 miles per hour. Although Fujun Town seems a bit poor, it has quite a busy traffic. Thank you for your understanding,” explained Mr. Huang the driver, smiling. From his side, he couldn’t see the running girl, so he didn’t understand why the middle-aged man made that joke.

Astonished, the middle-aged man said to the two teachers sitting on the back row, “Look behind you. That little girl has been running behind our car for several kilometers, and the distance between her and our car is almost the same as before. Her stamina is amazing.”

With serious looks on their faces, the two teachers on the back row rolled down the windows to glance at the back. They were both surprised.

“She does look like a student. However, the students of Fujun Town Middle School should be in cla.s.s right now. A student… is skipping cla.s.ses?” A female teacher around her forties raised her question. “Princ.i.p.al Cao, if she is a student, how about we stop the car and ask her to come with us?”

Ye Jian didn’t expect that she could get a ride during her run.

She got in the car, breathing a bit quickly. “Student, you hopped onto our car audaciously. Aren’t you afraid that we might kidnap you?” said Princ.i.p.al Cao jokingly while looking at her.

The two teachers, sitting with Ye Jian, looked at her with smiles, waiting for her answer with interest.

“You don’t have the smell of chalk dust on you, but your hands have black and red ink, and your thumbs have the red ink paste used for seals. Let me guess, you… should be the princ.i.p.al of a school.”

Ye Jian spoke with a smile. Princ.i.p.al Cao was shocked. “You can see what my job is from these?”

“Of course. When I got in the car, this teacher smiled at you politely. It’s evident that she respects you very much.” Why did she believe that the middle-aged woman next to her was a teacher? She had given her answer already. The woman carried the smell of chalk dust.

Princ.i.p.al Cao burst into laughter. “But I also could be a dean of studies…” before he could finish his words, Princ.i.p.al Cao had thought of something, making him laugh louder. “Few deans of studies have a sense of humor. Student, you have a good observation.”

Since the girl had figured out that he was a princ.i.p.al, there’s no need to guess the ident.i.ties of Mrs. Song and Mrs. Zhu.

In fact, not only had Ye Jian figured out that he was a princ.i.p.al, but she could also work out in which school he served as a princ.i.p.al.

He should be the princ.i.p.al of the Provincial No.1 Middle School since he visited the Fujun Town Middle School at this moment.

Princ.i.p.al Chen, who had been waiting at the school entrance to greet Princ.i.p.al Cao, was shocked to see Ye Jian getting off the car. Why was Ye Jian coming to school with Old Cao?

While the two princ.i.p.als were greeting each other, Ye Jian bowed slightly to the two teachers. It seemed like she could only visit Princ.i.p.al Chen when he was available.

Instead of going to her cla.s.sroom, she headed to An Jiaxin’s dormitory directly, waiting for the end of the last cla.s.s.