My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 117: Yucai Middle School 18

The principal suddenly recalled that not long ago, the new school doctor he had hired had come from Mushroom Village.

Normally, if nothing major had happened in a place, there wouldn't be any movement of people.

He had wondered back then why the new doctor had left Mushroom Village to come work here, but the man had dodged his questions with vague answers.

Later, he heard that most of Mushroom Village's residents had been recruited by the Dark Farm's owner to work there—a clear sign that the entire village had fallen under Dark Farm's control.

And not as equals, but as subordinates.

The principal had even thought at the time, Dark Farm sure is expanding fast—already swallowing up the nearby haunted realms.

He had guessed the school doctor probably left the village because of that.

But now it seemed— a small Mushroom Village was nowhere near enough to satisfy the Dark Farm owner's ambition.

Could it be that now... she had set her sights on Yucai Middle School?

After all, the principal had been a school leader for many years and had attended plenty of meetings organized by the Education Bureau director.

He knew in his heart that Dark Farm might truly be formidable, but he wasn't panicking.

Since Ms. Wan had actively hinted at him, it meant that everything was open for negotiation.

During negotiations, one must never appear weak. Argue with reason and bargain appropriately to secure greater benefits.

The principal considered himself a cultured man.

He would never, like the farmers in Mushroom Village who scratched a living from the fields, turn an entire school into a vassal of Dark Farm.

He intended to take the lead! He wanted to establish an equal partnership with Dark Farm!

With this in mind, the principal wiped the sweat and tears off his face, and with Zhang Minglan's help, got back on his feet.

"Ahem, ahem," he cleared his throat and blew his nose. He adjusted his clothes and tried pulling up his belt to make his belly look smaller.

Finally, he asked Zhang Minglan, "Do I look presentable? Meeting Ms. Wan like this won't be inappropriate, right?"

Zhang Minglan looked at the principal, his entire body trembling with fat, his facial features nearly unrecognizable under the pressure of all that flesh.

She nodded gently. "You look just as dignified as ever."

"That's good. Let's go see Ms. Wan," he said.

The principal straightened his back, took firm steps, and tried to make himself look imposing.

Together with Zhang Minglan, he headed to the reception room where Wan Qian was waiting.

Standing at the door, the principal double-checked his appearance with Zhang Minglan.

Zhang Minglan gave an approving gesture.

Satisfied with her response, he lifted his chin toward her, signaling her to open the door.

Zhang Minglan obediently reached for the handle, turned it, and gently pushed the door open.

She stood aside slightly at the doorway, motioning for the principal to enter first.

Clearing his throat lightly, the principal held his head high and chest out as he stepped into the reception room.

The first thing that caught his eye was the woman in a suit seated on the sofa.

She slightly turned her head, conversing with a butler in a black tailcoat beside her, both wearing faint smiles.

"Hello, Ms. Wan, I am the principal of Yucai Middle School—" The principal strode forward confidently, extending his hand for a cordial greeting.

Suddenly, a girl's voice came from behind him, flat and drawn out: "Bo—ss—tea—"

Who was that? Wasn't she paying attention? Didn't she see he was greeting Ms. Wan?

Frowning, the principal turned toward the sound. Immediately, his legs went weak. With a thud, his large mass of flesh collapsed onto the floor.

"Eh?" Seeing the principal slump like a miniature landslide, Wan Qian was startled.

She instinctively tried to stand to help him, but the butler gently restrained her shoulder.

"Ms. Wan, I've got this," the butler said with a soft smile, signaling her to remain seated.

The butler approached the slumped principal, his smile deepening slightly, though it didn't reach his eyes.

He bent down slightly, extending a hand to help the principal up.

The principal looked up, meeting the butler's dark, abyssal eyes.

Those pupils were like a deep, still swamp—drop a stone, and not even a ripple would rise.

"No! No! No! I don't need help!" His flesh jiggled as he repeatedly refused.

Fortunately, Zhang Minglan, standing nearby, stepped forward and helped him up.

Zhang Minglan was puzzled—why had the principal, seemingly fine just moments ago, suddenly plopped down onto the floor?

Wan Qian was equally puzzled.

Watching the principal being helped to his feet by Zhang Minglan, Wan Qian noticed him standing there, utterly dazed, his face as pale as a ghost. Tiny beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, rolling down and nearly forming a small stream across his glossy, fat face.

She wondered quietly: Does the principal have weak kidneys? Otherwise, how could he be sweating just standing there?

Still, this was the principal's private matter, so she didn't dare ask—just quietly speculated in her mind.

At that moment, however, the principal's eyes were fixed unwaveringly on Xue Tong, unable to look away.

The blind girl in her black-and-white maid outfit seemed oblivious to everything around her, entirely focused on her task.

She approached Wan Qian, slightly bowing her head, and extended a teacup held in her hands. Steam rose from the freshly brewed tea inside.

"Bo—ss—tea—is ready—"

Wan Qian quickly raised her hand and took the tea cup Xue Tong handed her, worried that Xue Tong might get burned.

"Thank you."

Originally, Wan Qian had felt guilty about making a blind girl serve her—a fully capable adult.

But the butler had reassured her, saying that since she had hired Xue Tong, she should trust her abilities.

Wan Qian thought for a moment—what the butler said made sense.

She couldn't forbid Xue Tong from doing everything; if the other farm employees found out, it might create a bad impression.

So Wan Qian allowed Xue Tong to serve the tea.

Perhaps because she was blind from birth, Xue Tong had long been accustomed to operating without sight.

Her movements were smooth, slightly slower than a sighted person, but otherwise flawless.

This gave Wan Qian great peace of mind.

She could keep Xue Tong by her side, make small accommodations, and avoid assigning her anything dangerous—everything would be fine.

As Wan Qian was about to sip the tea, the principal spoke: "Th—this is...?"

Looking at Xue Tong, he could clearly sense the familiar, terrifying aura emanating from her. Exactly like the feeling he had once sensed in the restroom.

The thing in the restroom was gone—but now that same familiar presence was beside Wan Qian.

The principal's jiggling flesh trembled uncontrollably, and his terror nearly made him bolt for the door.