Municipal Experimental Middle School Teaching Building, middle section of the fifth floor.

A dark red wooden door labeled 'Principal's Office' stands in the corridor. It is the same as other wooden doors, but this label makes this wooden door stand out.

"Principal's office."

Han Dong took a deep breath, walked to the door, and knocked gently.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a neat suit opened the wooden door and looked at Han Dong doubtfully... In an instant, his face turned serious and he said in a deep voice: "Which class are you a student in?"

There is a hint of dissatisfaction between the words.

A student wearing a blue and white school uniform comes to the door of the principal's office and knocks on the door? How is this inappropriate?

Han Dong said softly: "I am a student in Class 7 of Grade 3. I want to become a martial arts student. I hope to get the principal's signature."

He knew very well that the middle-aged man who opened the door in front of him was not the principal. He was probably the principal's assistant or a school staff member... and what he needed was the principal's signature, the autograph of Principal Yu of the Municipal Experimental Middle School.

next moment.

The middle-aged man frowned and scolded: "A student in Class 7? Your class teacher is Li Ming, right? I'll ask her in the afternoon what's going on with you! Go back to class immediately!"

"What martial arts student?"

"What a nonsense!"

Bang!

He closed the dark mahogany door and blocked Han Dong from the door.

What?

Han Dong's expression changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat... He immediately knew that he had encountered the worst situation.

"When I was working in my previous life, I knew that the most difficult people to get along with... were not real leaders, but some so-called 'little leaders'! These people rely on a little power and want to show off their majesty and do everything according to their own ideas.

Judgment has no room for discernment.”

"There are not many small leaders like this."

Han Dong gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, leaned against the cold wall, and took a deep breath: "But I encountered such a situation at such a critical moment!"

In fact, this is just a small thing, at least to the principal.

But if he cannot enter the principal's office, he will not be able to explain his ideas to the principal face to face, and it will be difficult to obtain the principal's signature.

what to do?

Han Dong breathed out slowly.

He can't force the door to enter, as that will create a bad impression on Principal Yu. He can't even return to the classroom... Once his desire to become a martial arts student is known to Teacher Li or the senior high school director, his parents may have to be notified!

Both his parents will know!

But he can't tell his parents yet. At least he has to wait until his martial arts level reaches level seven or above before he can confess the fact that he 'turned into a martial arts student'.

"Hey, compared with those monsters and monsters, what does this little bit of difficulty mean?" Han Dong's eyes gradually calmed down, and the corners of his mouth pursed: "If I can't bear this difficulty, I might as well just jump off the teaching building!"

Bang.

A soft sound.

Han Dong leaned against the cold wall, stared at the dark red wooden door in front of him, and waited quietly. The cold feeling on his back and the burning emotions in his heart were like two worlds.

All he has to do is wait!

Wait until a teacher helps him in, or wait for Principal Yu to go out!

"I, Han Dong, have returned from rebirth not to bow down to appointments, nor can I back down! Until I find help... even if I risk my life, I will never give up!"

"Today, this martial arts student has been transferred to another place!"

Han Dong's back was against the cold wall, but his heart was burning like fire.

…

Time passes gradually.

Half an hour...an hour...someone who looked like a teacher hurriedly passed by, but he didn't bother to look at Han Dong, let alone wait for Han Dong's request.

But none of this could restrain Han Dong's determination.

…

Two hours later.

Click.

The dark red wooden door labeled 'Principal's Office' suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a black formal suit and a light gray tie came out. His temples were slightly white, but his eyes were bright, and he looked vigorous and dignified.

"kindness?"

He looked at Han Dong, who was leaning against the wall.

"Hello, Principal Yu, I am Han Dong from Class 7, Grade 3. I want to become a martial arts student. I hope to get your permission." Han Dong took two steps forward in a hurry and said softly.

Principal Yu was startled, glanced at Han Dong, and nodded: "You wait here for a while, I'll go to the bathroom."

Han Dong said continuously: "Principal Yu, I want to go to the bathroom too."

"kindness."

Principal Yu nodded.

Snap.

Snap.

Han Dong followed Principal Yu to the bathroom. Principal Yu walked quickly and asked casually: "Why do you want to become a martial arts student?"

Han Dongdao: "For my own special reasons... I wrote a written request to apply to become a martial arts student. I hope you can read it later when you have time."

"oh?"

Principal Yu nodded lightly and said calmly: "Why don't you knock on the door?"

Han Dong chuckled and said, "There was a knock on the door just now. A teacher didn't allow it and asked me to go back to class. So I waited in front of the door for a while."

Snap.

Principal Yu paused slightly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, glanced at Han Dong, and nodded thoughtfully.

…

Five minutes later, in the principal's office.

The middle-aged man who opened the door to Fang Cheng earlier had an ugly face and stared at the student Han Dong, who was standing in front of Principal Yu's desk and was wearing a blue and white school uniform.

He snorted secretly and continued to organize the documents in his hands.

Han Dong, who was standing in front of his desk, calmly handed over his application form and placed it lightly on the crimson table.

A moment later.

Principal Yu, who had a serious face, tidied up his desk, picked up Han Dong's application form with his right palm, scanned it up and down, and said thoughtfully: "Classmate Han Dong, right? Here is your father's signature."

Han Dong said continuously: "Yes."

Oh no.

Principal Yu put the application form in front of him, looked up at Han Dong, and said in a deep voice: "Practice your handwriting well when you go back. The college entrance examination also requires correct handwriting."

Say it.

Click - He pulled out the delicate pen and signed a line at the bottom of the application: Agreeing that the student will become a martial arts student, Yu Haocheng.

…

In the classroom of Class 7, Grade 3.

Teacher Jiang, who was in charge of the martial arts theory class, stood on the podium and emphasized each knowledge point.

The distribution of seats under the podium has been slightly adjusted... Every two rows of tables and chairs have been moved towards the window. The row originally located on the left side of the classroom, near the window edge, has become the right side of the classroom, against the wall.

of a column.

At this time.

Gu Yuanliang, who looked stiff, was sitting in the third row against the wall.

When the tables and chairs were moved, it was he who helped Han Dong move... He had also been wondering why Han Dong hadn't come back yet, but the doubts in his heart - all turned into discomfort and depression!

Because the table behind him should have been 'Xu Churan and Feng Weiqi', but now it was 'Xu Churan and Gao Yang'.

"hateful!"

"This class is not important, so Gao Yang and Feng Weiqi temporarily changed seats! Gao Yang sat next to Xu Churan!" Gu Yuanliang felt a little uncomfortable. But he could not restrict the freedom of others.

Gao Yang asked to change seats, Feng Weiqi agreed, and Xu Churan was willing. He was just Xu Churan's front desk, an ordinary friend... How to stop it? What's the reason to stop it?

Teacher Jiang's voice on the podium gradually disappeared.

The sounds of laughter and joy at the back table occupied my mind.
To be continued...