Chapter 20 — The Director's Little Weakness
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Wei Zhao took his records to the school's academic affairs office. All of this had been arranged by Gu Pengzhan in advance; he only needed to report in.
Wei Zhao knocked at the door of the academic affairs office, but no one came to open it. He checked his watch: it was quarter to eight. School officially started at eight; perhaps he had come a little early.
With that thought, Wei Zhao leaned against the door of the academic affairs office and quietly waited for the director of academic affairs to arrive.
"Mmm... ah..." A faint moan drifted into Wei Zhao's ears. Ever since he had begun practicing the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, his hearing had grown extraordinarily keen — not quite the fabled ears that catch a whisper on the wind, but at the very least he could hear many sounds others could not.
Lin Yin's brows knitted at once, for the sound was coming from inside the Academic Affairs Office. Wasn't that room supposed to be empty? Yet in the next instant Wei Zhao seemed to understand something, and a faint smile touched his lips.
At eight o'clock sharp, the door of the Academic Affairs Office opened, and a woman in her thirties, full of mature charm, cautiously poked her head out. Catching sight of Wei Zhao at the door, she gave a violent start. "You... what are you doing here?"
Wei Zhao found it rather amusing. Go ahead and do it, then — but did you have to be so obvious about it? It would be a wonder if nobody got suspicious.
"I've come to see Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office," Wei Zhao said mildly, too lazy to call her out.
"Oh, Director Wang is inside." The woman did her utmost to compose herself, then said to Wei Zhao, "Go on in."
Wei Zhao nodded and stepped into the office. A balding, middle-aged man sat at the desk, every inch the stern old pedant, and the sight struck Wei Zhao as somewhat funny.
"You... what is it you want?" Wang Zhifeng had not expected a student to come looking for him the moment his mistress stepped out, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"I'm Wei Zhao. I've come to enroll." Wei Zhao produced his file and handed it to Wang Zhifeng.
"Ah, Wei Zhao. I know of you." Wang Zhifeng nodded. This student had been placed here by the board of directors in person — how could he fail to remember? He took the file and began processing Wei Zhao's paperwork.
The stamps were soon affixed, and Wang Zhifeng rose to his feet. "I'll take you to your class."
"Sorry to trouble you, Director Wang," Wei Zhao said politely. He knew well enough that the director of academic affairs wielded great power within the school; if he wanted an easier time of it from now on, he could not afford to offend the man.
"Ha ha, it's my duty." Wang Zhifeng did not dare put on airs either — this student, after all, had been arranged by the board. Walking shoulder to shoulder with Wei Zhao out of the office, he ventured tentatively, "You just got here?"
"I've been here a while." Wei Zhao saw no need to lie about such things; the school corridors were all under surveillance, and if Wang Zhifeng wanted to check, he could simply look at the footage.
"Then you..." Wang Zhifeng hesitated, at a loss for how to put it. It was all his own doing — that one moment of impulse, insisting on doing that thing first thing in the morning. And now look; if this went wrong, someone would have him by the short hairs.
"Rest easy, Director Wang. I didn't see anything, and I didn't hear anything either," Wei Zhao said, a wicked little smile playing at the corner of his mouth as his mind turned.
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