My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 118: Yucai Middle School 19

"Ah, her? She's my secretary."

Wan Qian thought to herself. Judging from Xue Tong's appearance, she probably hadn't been doing anything important since being hired by the school. Clearly, she wasn't valued.

Which meant—once she left, the principal might not even know she'd been an employee at all.

That thought made a faint smile bloom on Wan Qian's face. Casually, she said, "Speaking of which, I actually have some ties with your school."

A careless remark to the speaker, but a heavy blow to the listener.

When these words fell into the principal's ears, it hit like a hammer. She admitted it. She actually admitted it!

The principal understood instantly—this seemingly offhand remark was no ordinary small talk. Wan Qian was hinting that the thing in the bathroom was deeply connected to the eyeless girl in front of them.

Or rather... that thing's current incarnation was this eyeless girl herself. Yes, it had to be. There was no other explanation.

She must have been completely crushed by Ms. Wan's strength, so she and Ms. Wan were not in an equal cooperative ally relationship, but as a servant.

The principal's gaze fell on the eyeless girl, taking in her black-and-white maid outfit.

This thing—the one that had once devoured the former principal and was so dangerous that even the Education Bureau didn't dare provoke it—was now just a tea-serving maid before Wan Qian.

Secretary? Heh. What kind of "secretary" wears a maid uniform?

But didn't that mean Wan Qian's strength surpassed even the Education Bureau's?

Cold sweat poured down the principal's back.

Wan Qian could have chosen to hide the eyeless girl completely. Yet she deliberately brought her along—and not only brought her, but made her appear as her maid.

A warning. A direct, calculated warning.

All the mental preparations the principal had made before coming here were crumbling.

He had originally planned to stand firm before Wan Qian, he would fight for their position, to ensure Yucai High School wouldn't become just another vassal like Mushroom Village under Dark Farm's control.

But Wan Qian clearly already knew his intentions. That was why, from the very moment he stepped into the room, she had used this method to intimidate and suppress him.

It was precisely because of the presence of that thing in the restroom that the principal could barely hold a small position in front of the director of the Education Bureau. Even so, in the eyes of the Education Bureau, Yucai Middle School was still nothing more than a small fish.

And in front of Wan Qian, whose strength far surpassed the Bureau's... The principal could already see his own future.

He swallowed hard, tore his gaze away from Xue Tong, and forced a smile at Wan Qian.

"Haha... I see. Then it seems Yucai High and Ms. Wan truly share some fate."

Wan Qian lifted her teacup and returned a perfectly polite, official smile, speaking in a practiced, diplomatic tone.

"Yes, I have high hopes for Yucai High's future."

High hopes? No. This was a warning—a clear warning to know your place.

Sweat was now dripping freely down the principal's forehead. He gripped Director Zhang Minglan's hand tightly beside him to steady himself.

"Heh... uh, Ms. Wan, it's a little stuffy in here. I'll just step out for a moment of fresh air..."

His heart pounding, eyes flickering nervously, he tugged Zhang Minglan out of the room.

Standing in the open hallway, the cool breeze hit his face, helping him calm down a little.

But he knew this was just a stalling tactic. Ms. Wan was still waiting in the reception room for his answer.

Wan Qian had taken the creature the Bureau kept in the bathroom and made it her servant. This was nothing short of an open provocation to the Education Bureau.

If he actually cooperated with her, wouldn't that be betraying the Bureau?

But if he refused her... The principal didn't dare imagine the consequences.

He was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Then suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind—

"Right, what about that new school doctor we just hired?"

The doctor was from Mushroom Village. He should know Wan Qian, shouldn't he?

The more the principal thought about it, the more it made sense.

Since the doctor and Wan Qian were acquaintances, he could let the doctor talk to her first.

That would at least buy him some time to report everything to the Education Bureau.

He immediately ordered Zhang Minglan to summon the doctor.

Though confused, Zhang Minglan did as she was told.

......

Dr. Jiang leaned casually against the railing outside the infirmary, the breeze brushing against his face.

He held a cup of freshly brewed coffee, sipping occasionally, his gentle smile fixed as he watched the students playing on the sports field.

Sunlight spilled over his shoulders, gilding his chestnut hair and pristine white coat in a soft halo.

Ah, what a beautiful, invigorating morning it was.

Dr. Jiang felt deeply satisfied with his current situation. Truly, he thought, he should have chosen to work at a school a long time ago.

Here, students were thriving with vitality, and colleagues were polite and courteous. How much better was this than the ignorant villagers back in Mushroom Village and that foolish dog that had been pampered into stupidity?

His gaze shifted to the bright red banner hanging not far away. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Warmly Welcome Industrialist Ms. Wan to Our School."

"Ms. Wan." Just seeing that name made Jiang think of her—that detestable woman from Mushroom Village.

His shoulder twinged at the memory. Even the coffee in his hand suddenly didn't taste as good.

Just then, a stir rippled through the sports field. A student had sprained her ankle during activity.

Soon, a teacher directed a few girls to bring her to the infirmary.

Yunjin was practically carried in by her classmates.

The moment she saw Dr. Jiang standing by the infirmary door, the expression hidden beneath her mask grew even more guarded.

After helping her onto the bed, the girls politely greeted Dr. Jiang and left.

Dr. Jiang stood at the door, smiling warmly as he watched them go, then turned his gaze to Yunjin.

Ah. Schools really were wonderful places.

Young, pretty girls made much better dolls than old hags.

His mood, soured by the mention of Ms. Wan, suddenly brightened again.

His handsome face wore a gentle smile that could fool anyone.