Chapter 20 — The Director's Weak Spot
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Wei Zhao took his file to the school's academic affairs office. Gu Pengzhan had arranged all of it; he only had to report in.
Wei Zhao knocked on the door of the academic affairs office, but no one came to open it. He checked his watch: a quarter to eight. Classes officially began at eight, so perhaps he had come a little early.
With that thought, Wei Zhao leaned against the door of the office and quietly waited for the director of academic affairs to arrive.
"Mmm... ah..." A faint moan reached Wei Zhao's ears. Ever since he had cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, his hearing had grown extraordinarily keen. He would not claim to have clairaudient ears, but at the very least he could hear many sounds others could not.
Wei Zhao frowned at once, because the sound was coming from inside the academic affairs office. Wasn't the place empty? But then, as if he had understood something, he smiled faintly.
At eight o'clock sharp, the door of the academic affairs office opened, and a woman in her thirties, ripe with charm, cautiously poked her head out of the office. Catching sight of Wei Zhao at the door, she gave a start. "You... what are you doing here?"
Wei Zhao found it rather amusing. Fine, you **did** it — but did you have to be so obvious about it? It would be a wonder if no one got suspicious.
"I've come to see Director Wang of the academic affairs office," Wei Zhao said mildly, disinclined to call her out.
"Oh, Director Wang is inside." The woman tried hard to keep her composure, then said to Wei Zhao, "Go on in."
Wei Zhao nodded and stepped into the office. A somewhat balding middle-aged man sat at the desk, every inch the stern old pedant, which struck Wei Zhao as rather funny.
"You... what business do you have?" Wang Zhifeng had not expected a student to come looking for him the moment his lover stepped out, and he gave a start.
"I'm Wei Zhao. I've come to register." Wei Zhao took out his file and handed it to Wang Zhifeng.
"Oh, Wei Zhao. I know." Wang Zhifeng nodded. This student had been placed by the board of directors in person — how could he not remember? Wang Zhifeng took the file and began processing the paperwork for Wei Zhao.
The stamps were soon affixed, and Wang Zhifeng rose to his feet. "I'll take you to your class."
"I'll have to trouble you then, Director Wang," Wei Zhao said politely. He knew well that the director of academic affairs wielded great power in 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 only my duty." Wang Zhifeng did not dare put on airs either — after all, this student had been arranged by the board. Walking out of the office side by side with Wei Zhao, he ventured, "You just got here?"
"I've been here a while." Wei Zhao saw no need to lie about such things; the school corridors all had surveillance cameras, and if Wang Zhifeng wanted to look, he could look.
"Then you..." Wang Zhifeng hesitated, at a loss for how to put it. It was all his own fault for giving in to a moment's impulse and insisting on doing that first thing in the morning. Now look at the mess — if this went wrong, someone would have a hold over him.
"Don't worry, Director Wang. I didn't see anything, and I didn't hear anything," Wei Zhao said with a slight, wicked smile, his mind working quickly.
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