Principal Yang had just opened his eyes in the morning when he realized that there were more than ten missed calls on his phone.
What leaders feared the most was such a situation. Usually, consecutive calls were basically big matters. In addition, it was a series of calls in the middle of the night. Principal Yang was immediately awake.
"There are only a few years left until retirement. You have to steady yourself," Principal Yang muttered as he called back.
After returning all the calls, Principal Yang sat on the bed and smiled until the wrinkles on his face flattened.
"Aiyaya, this Xia Wanyuan is really a god." Principal Yang turned off his phone and got out of bed. "Old woman, I'm not eating breakfast anymore. I'm going to school to work."
Principal Yang found Xia Wanyuan, who was preparing for class, when he arrived at school. "Teacher Xia, how many papers did you submit?"
Xia Wanyuan thought for a moment. "More than thirty."
