Qin Jiao looked at his squinted eyes and suddenly saw her new teacher in a completely different light.
The older, the craftier.
Besides, wasn't there a saying that you should never underestimate people with squinted eyes?
He'd cleverly maneuvered the students into breaking Li Mei's old, rigid rules on their own. At the same time, he'd made them quickly warm up to him as their new homeroom teacher.
A good impression was the first step. Trust would be the next.
Qin Jiao turned her head and, just as she'd expected, saw the expressions on the faces of Li Dong and the other class officers—the ones Li Mei had railroaded into their positions—change drastically.
Just then, the bell for the end of class finally rang. Qin Jiao grabbed her schoolbag and headed out, mulling over the day's events.
Jiang Xiaoyue was a day student. She shouldered her own bag and ran to catch up with Qin Jiao. "Qin Jiao, you're really not boarding at the school anymore?"
