"This is none of your business," Teacher Zhu said, panting. "Even if he'd submitted his application, it never would have been approved. We've never had a freshman's application pass before. Nine out of ten freshmen are just messing around. If you ask me, your only mistake was getting caught after you threw it away. I'm going to find his counselor. This kid has no manners."
After leaving the administration building, Jiang Sifan cursed in anger. 'I've never seen a university teacher be so unreasonable, blindly siding with his student like that.'
Just then, Wen Wan called him.
"Hey, Wen Wan." Jiang Sifan did his best to compose himself.
Wen Wan asked in a small voice, "Class President, where are you?"
"I just came from the administration building."
"Was it about the startup?" Wen Wan asked.
"Yeah," Jiang Sifan replied. "Where are you now? I'll come to you."
"I'm at the entrance to the library."
"Okay, wait there."
A short while later, Jiang Sifan arrived and met Wen Wan.
