"Dear campus security officers, you've misunderstood, they're my friends."
Yang Yiyi gracefully walked over.
"But, they clearly don't look like good people."
One campus security officer said.
"How can you say we don't look like good people? Do our faces have 'bad guy' written on them?"
Zhang Haijun was suddenly furious.
"No, but it's close enough."
A cold voice suddenly sounded, as a middle-aged man strode over.
He was dressed very sharply, exuding a strong scholarly fragrance.
"Principal Zeng, why are you here?"
Yang Yiyi was taken aback; she never imagined that even the principal would be alerted.
"How can I not come? I can't just watch you jump into a sea of hardship," Principal Zeng declared righteously, "Yang Yiyi, don't be afraid and don't let them threaten you. With me, Zeng Wei, here, no hooligan can bully you."
"Principal Zeng, they're not hooligans; they're truly my friends."
Yang Yiyi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
