In the office, Zhang Beixing stood tall before him, requesting leave. The instructor felt a sense of unease.
You have to understand, their second semester only lasted for four months. Now, Zhang Beixing had already requested leave totaling two months. If he keeps on like this, it won't be leave anymore—it'll practically be taking a leave of absence from his studies! Look, I know you're a big shot now, juggling numerous responsibilities and incredibly busy. But don't make things difficult for me! Why the hell can't you take this up with the university president?
The instructor looked at Zhang Beixing with a resentful gaze. But no matter how aggrieved he felt, it was useless.
Zhang Beixing's current influence was simply undeniable. Leaving aside everything else, just consider his role as the president of the Great Xia Martial Arts Association. In terms of official standing, he was already on par with the president of their second-tier university.
