The principal looked at Qin Jiatong with a bad expression.
"Are you saying that it's wrong for me and the school's head teachers to give the quota to student Qin Yiyi, that we're using public affairs for personal gain, and that we're targeting you?"
Qin Jiatong looked at the principal's unsightly expression with a calm expression, neither arrogant nor servile.
It made her appear even more relaxed and at ease.
"Principal, that's too serious. I didn't say that. What I mean is that we're all members of this school, and student Qin Yiyi is only one of them. There are only two quotas, and she's one of all the students in our school. If you directly decide on her like this, we won't be able to accept it..."
"So, on behalf of everyone, I request that you reconsider this matter, Principal."
She straightened her body, her expression serious and solemn.
