When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 43 - 0: Chairman Pei is Watching

The youth was clad in a black jacket, black trousers, and black sneakers, and even his eyes were a deep, dark black.

He stood in front of the microphone with little respect for rules, a patchwork of red wounds between his eyebrows on his stern face, revealing a hint of unruly wildness.

Below, it was extraordinarily quiet—as if everyone was eagerly anticipating what the big boss would say first.

After waiting and waiting, a whole five minutes passed before his languid opening words rang out from the stage, "I am Pei Yan, and the words that follow are serious."

Yo ho, the boss truly is a boss—he’s cultured.

In the midst of whistles from class two, the director of studies angrily grabbed the microphone and scolded, "Any class that makes another peep will run ten laps around the playground tomorrow!"

Those ten laps proved effective, quickly silencing the unruly crowd below.

Everyone held their breath, and soon the microphone carried the composed voice of the grade’s big shot again: "Hitting people is wrong. Jiang Shuyao is an excellent student, and everyone should learn from her, not from me."

The sudden remark sent the crowd into a fit of laughter.

Even the director of studies, sealed by the stern blackboard, couldn’t help flashing a rare grin.

Surprisingly, the Demon Lord of Mayhem actually remembered the full name of the new student, showing a slight sign of turning over a new leaf.

But just as everyone was starting to feel reassured, more commotion came from above. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Pei Yan looked lazily at a particular spot below and smiled, "With my attitude so sincere, let’s have some applause."

Pfft, Brother Yan is toxic!

Chen Jin and his two friends collapsed in their seats, laughing so hard they nearly cramped, while the entire audience erupted in applause, jeering, and whistling, creating a chaos no amount of running could control.

The director of studies was too useless, and so the vice principal had to reluctantly step in.

The vice principal, in his fifties, walked up to Pei Yan with a darkened face and said in a low voice, "Be serious, Chairman Pei is watching."

"Watching" simply meant through the live video feed—someone as busy as him couldn’t attend in person.

But unexpectedly, the vice principal kindly reminded him, "He’s actually in the conference room of the administrative building, accompanied by Principal Lu, no joke."

To ensure the success of this critique session, the old man really did put in the effort.

Pei Yan listened but remained silent, his face expressionless, and continued to stare down at the crowd for a while before suddenly picking up the microphone, his lips curling emotionlessly.

"My reason for hitting him was simple—I didn’t like his face. If in the future I see others I don’t like, I’ll hit them just the same. Thanks for the applause; I’m done."

The vice principal, who hadn’t yet retreated, turned green in the face.

With the crowd below turning into a raging sea, the row of school leaders above froze in place.

Meanwhile, in the conference room of the East Garden’s administrative building, surrounded by a huge electronic screen, the accompanying principals all fell into silence.

Pei Donghan sat in a soft, black leather chair, his face betraying no anger, staring at the screen for a long while, lost in thought.

After a moment, he stood up and walked towards the door. Principal Lu hurriedly followed, asking, "Chairman Pei, are you intending to continue the inspection or...?"

"Next time, don’t tell Pei Yan when I am coming. I’m heading back to the office now; no need to see me out." Pei Donghan took the coat his assistant handed him and left the conference room directly.

The father knows his son best, and although the first half of the critic’s report wasn’t too strange, the behavior wasn’t excessive.

But when the cheeky boy realized he was there, his attitude clearly took a sharp dive.

Pei Donghan hadn’t come today for a real inspection; he just happened to be passing by and thought he would drop in to see his son.

But he was greeted by his son’s usual resistance and rebellion.

Yes, the words Pei Yan spoke last were indeed deliberate.

Initially, the prepared reflective essay was even more outrageous, but seeing Jiang Shuyao step up to speak as the class representative, he suddenly had a fleeting thought of wanting to genuinely admit his mistake.

However, Old Pei’s arrival sadly shattered that thought.