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“The rest of you, please make way. Don’t get too excited and move aside. Don’t block teacher’s way. Teacher, please slow down. Is your child also attending Wisdom Academy? Which class is she in? what’s her name, Yingluo?”

The exclamations came from the parents of the students who were still looking for seats in the corridor.

They were supposed to attend the parent-teacher conference as parents, but for some reason, they seemed to have seen someone who accompanied them all the way from the end of the corridor.

Just by listening to their voices, one could hear their surprise, exclamation, excitement, and excitement.

It was an emotion buried deep in their hearts. Many people’s voices were suppressed, not to suppress their sorrow, but to suppress the agitation in their hearts.

As if she had met a Big Shot that only appeared once in a thousand years, she called him ‘teacher’ all the way and followed him to the outside of the classroom of the third year (one).

At this moment, the parents in class one of the third year also heard the noise outside.

The eyes of the entrepreneurs who were good at currying favor with others lit up.

Just from hearing the people outside calling him ‘teacher’, he could guess that the person must be a master at the level of a national treasure.

Perhaps it was the master painter, tan Yuanqian, or the master jeweller, ke fanjin. If not, he would have died.

Or could it be master Lan Jin, the genius of his generation who had just been met by the president?

Many famous masters in S country and even the world flashed through everyone’s minds.

Not to mention Yan Jiwei, ye weibai, and the others, even Qin Fang, who had started to lower her presence and disappear, also stretched her neck to look out the door.

These old foxes who had been eroded by vanity for many years all wanted to see which master would be the one who had been pursued and escorted by everyone.

If he was really a national treasure level master, what if he was attached to the Kasaya?

At this moment, the old man, who was escorted by dozens of parents, finally arrived at the door of class one of the senior three.

He looked up at the class plate hanging at the door and nodded. “Alright, I’ve arrived at Yingluo. The rest of you, go to where you should be for the meeting. Disperse, don’t crowd around Yingluo. It’s no trouble.”

The old man didn’t seem to have a good temper. He waved his hand at the parents who had followed him here.

Even though they weren’t considered the top wealthy families, the parents of the prominent figures in S city didn’t dare to have any complaints.

She nodded obediently and turned back three times with every step, staring at the figure who was not tall and even a little Hunchback.

They wished they could hear the old man call them back in the next second.

The old man standing at the door of the classroom did not even look at the reluctant parents. He walked into class one of the senior three with a relaxed expression.

“Teacher-”

teacher, why are you here?!

“Teacher has been worrying about you for so many years. Are you alright?”

When the old man appeared, all the parents in the classroom were stunned.

It wasn’t just the parents, even the faculty members who were blocking the classroom door, including the chairman, all had expressions of disbelief, surprise, and excitement on their faces.

The old man standing by the door stroked his sparse hair and waved his hand. “Alright, alright. I’m only here to attend a meeting on behalf of my little disciple. I’m the same as all of you, sit, sit.”

Cao Weiping put his hands behind his back and looked at the crowd calmly.

Out of all the people present, it could be said that only a handful of them, including li junyu, were not his students.

As for the others, as long as they were prominent figures in S city, most of them had attended Wisdom Academy.

Cao Weiping’s eyes swept across the familiar faces that were staring at him, and finally landed on Gao Hanqiu, who was standing on the podium, dumbfounded by what he saw.

“Little Qiuzi, where is Mengmeng sitting? She said I’m not allowed to be late, Yingluo.”

At this point, Cao Weiping looked at his watch nervously and muttered to himself,” Aiyo, it seems like we’re a few minutes late. Yingluo is going to have that little girl perform claypot fist again this time, Yingluo.

[I’m done updating. See you tomorrow night ~ there’s a dinner party tomorrow night, and it might be delayed until midnight. I’ll try to be early ~ xoxo]