The previous second, Teacher Xiao Zhao was still receiving a knowledge infusion of [Existentialism].
She hadn't even had time to absorb all of it.
The next second, Teacher Xiao Zhao was already standing at the door of Vice Principal Ma's office.
After receiving the call, Teacher Xiao Zhao efficiently dropped everything she was doing, a level of efficiency that even surprised Chonghui.
Because Teacher Xiao Zhao could tell that Vice Principal Ma was in a bad mood in the phone call.
Now she was even slightly out of breath from running.
Knock knock knock—
"Come in!" An impatient voice.
Vice Principal Ma's desk was a bit messy, with a soaked newspaper lying carelessly at his side.
However, from Teacher Xiao Zhao's professional perspective, Vice Principal Ma's emotions were much more chaotic than his desk at the moment.
"You're here? Have a seat first."
