Four Split Personalities

Guxiaole and Ji Xiaoge sweetly smiled at the school board lord (Guxiaole even bowed): "Hello Aunt Yao~"

"Xiao Le, Yi Nan has already called me about your situation. Just stay here peacefully for the year with Aunt Yao."

Because of the not-so-high high heels on her feet, Ms. Yao, well over 1.80 meters tall, stood taller than everyone present. She first gave Guxiaole a gentle smile, then walked over and pinched Ji Xiaoge’s cheek: "Little~ Dove~! How long have you been in City B? You’ve never brought your sister to see Aunt Yao?"

"Mmph!"

Ji Xiaoge struggled immediately and said with much grievance: "I wanted to see Aunt Yao! But Xiao Island wouldn’t let me!"

"Huh?"

Yao Qianhan froze for a moment, then turned her head to look at Ji Xiaodao, who was quietly standing beside her sister: "Why?"

"Sister heard from mom that Aunt Yao likes pickled fish."

Ji Xiaodao’s cold eyes flashed with helplessness, and she softly said: "That day, we made a large bowl and said we’d bring it to Aunt Yao, but I was afraid you... uh, afraid you’re too busy, so I stopped her."

It was certainly not an illusion; Motan would bet his mental illness on it. When hearing ’mom’, ’pickled fish’, and ’a large bowl’, the ever valiant Yao Board visibly paled for a moment. Her right hand instinctively twitched, as if she wanted to make a stomach-covering gesture, but she held back.

"Xiao Island, this kindness... Aunt Yao remembers."

Swallowing hard, Yao Qianhan’s voice trembled softly: "Even if I need to die a thousand deaths, I won’t forget."

[ A life-saving grace? Isn’t that overly dramatic, come on! ]

Even under his current persona, Motan couldn’t help but loudly complain in his heart.

"Aunt Yao bullies people!"

Ji Xiaoge pouted her mouth and then asked Yu Chen and the slightly uneasy Nangong Na: "Are you here for paperwork as well?"

"I called them here to chat because I’m pretty free these days."

Yao Qianhan waved her hand with a smile: "Just let Chenchen and Nan Gong accompany you for paperwork; I have some words to say to Motan."

"Yay!"

Ji Xiaoge jumped a bit and then suddenly froze: "Huh?!"

Guxiaole and Yu Chen had the same reaction, shocked by Yao Qianhan’s last words. Ji Xiaodao remained calm and just frowned slightly, while Nangong Na was still a bit uneasy.

As for Motan himself, he was utterly dumbfounded, standing in place staring blankly before belatedly saying ’Huh?!’.

"No worries, don’t be nervous."

Yao Qianhan chuckled mischievously and leisurely said: "It’s just some trivial matters regarding ’attendance rate’.’

Motan’s face went pale immediately, just like Yao Qianhan’s when she heard ’pickled fish’.

The girls, unaware of Motan’s specific attendance rate, simply laughed knowingly. Clearly, they thought their Aunt Yao was just trying to scare this seemingly troublesome student.

Only Motan knew that with his ghostly attendance rate, if things got serious, it wouldn’t just be ’scaring’. To put it plainly, it could very likely result in a Tan Hua being kicked out!

Of course, he didn’t really think he would be kicked out because he didn’t believe Yi Dong and his parents hadn’t mentioned him to Yao Qianhan. Nonetheless, a stern lecture from a senior was inevitable.

[ I really shouldn’t have come out today... ]

Motan sighed deeply in his heart, barely managing to produce a not-so-forced smile and nodded heavily: "Yes."

"Good, Chenchen and Nan Gong, you two take Little Dove and the others for paperwork first."

Yao Qianhan swiftly waved them away and then headed straight towards her office without turning back: "Motan, follow me."

’Don’t worry! Aunt Yao is super nice!’

Ji Xiaoge whispered as she passed by Motan.

’Rest in peace, hahahahaha.’

This was Guxiaole.

’Motan you... uh, never mind, good luck with the arguing!’

Yu Chen stammered, not even knowing which argument Motan was meant to prevail in.

’So, you’re the type that likes to rebel and cause trouble?’

Nangong Na’s gaze towards Motan included a touch of scrutiny.

’...’

Ji Xiaodao said nothing and directly brushed past Motan.

...

So, two minutes later, Motan found himself in the chairman’s office at the top floor of the main building, this being his first visit to the place.

The situation was summed up in one word—bright.

Indeed, it was a very bright, open, and well-equipped office; seemingly fitted with a kitchen, dining area, and bedroom.

The main hall consisted of several large bookshelves, a wide table, an ultra-thin laptop before any press conference, and a multitude of neatly stacked materials. There was also a pair of festive couplets, saying: ’A road to heaven neglected; journey through the boundless sea of learning.’

Goddamn road to heaven neglected!?

Motan was floored at the sight.

"Uh, a friend stuck that up during New Year and also did some handiwork, so it’s hard to remove without a fuss."

Yao Qianhan noticed Motan’s gaze and casually explained. She then circled to her large desk and sat, gesturing to the chair opposite her: "Sit."

Motan nodded and obediently sat down.

"Let’s skip the pleasantries, Motan, if you want tea, pour it yourself from the pot; you can use that grey cup."

Yao Qianhan casually commented, then took a folder from the corner of the desk, extracted two A4 sheets, and glanced at them: "Grades are not bad. I’ve reviewed all your exam scores previously, maintaining a consistent average of 85 for each test annually. This is harder than scoring 100 every time. Is this bragging?"

Motan nervously shook his head, his complexion blue.

"Don’t be nervous, I don’t mean to criticize. After all, your score is quite subtle."

Yao Qianhan chuckled, casually set the previous year’s transcript aside, and said flatly: "I’m just reminding you, if you don’t want attention, be thorough about it. Such stable average scores, if noticed by someone observant, might raise doubts."

Motan stiffly moved his head, seemingly nodding or shaking.

"Of course, you’re indifferent, naturally, because Principal Zhang always supported you before leaving."

Yao Qianhan maintained her warm smile, intrigued: "Really, how did you make his granddaughter so fond of you?"

Motan felt his blood pressure was steadily rising.

"In any case, your attendance rate would justify expulsion dozens of times."

Yao Qianhan spilled the most unsettling yet reassuring news for Motan, predictably changing her tune: "Of course, that’s just theoretically. I don’t intend to expel you, at least not now."

Motan exhaled with relief and sincerely said: "Thank you, Director Yao."

"Just call me Aunt Yao; I know you and Xiao Yi Dong are like brothers. Don’t judge my appearance; I’m older than Yi Nan by a year."

Yao Qianhan blinked and dropped her earlier serious act, smiling: "You must’ve heard I graduated here along with Yi Nan, and Xiaoge Xiaodao’s parents, our instructor Fat... Pon the Teacher was our homeroom teacher. Honestly, our attendance then wasn’t great either, and we weren’t expelled."

Motan cooperatively smiled.

"That’s because my dad was on the school board then."

"Uh..."

"And I’m not your mom."

"Uh..."

"So if you dare continue like your freshman year once school starts, I’ll boot you and Xiao Yi Dong together!"

Chapter 1252: End

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