When the Dean of Teaching saw Jiang Ming, he immediately beamed. "Teacher Jiang, did your class just end?"
Jiang Ming knew this man's intentions weren't good. 'This guy is probably looking to cause trouble for me again.'
But he was the dean, after all, so Jiang Ming didn't dare to offend him.
At this middle school, with the principal usually not managing daily affairs, this dean, who also served as the vice-principal, was the one in charge of most things.
Jiang Ming could only say, "Yes, Dean."
"The weather's pretty nice today, isn't it? It's quite warm in the sun." The dean started to flex his ability to make small talk.
Jiang Ming decided to take the initiative. "Dean, was there something you needed to see me about?"
