Ji Zhongjun's words made the other teachers in the office frown, but since Ye Ling wasn't a student in their class, they couldn't say anything and had to pretend not to hear, burying themselves in marking papers. They even thought Ji Zhongjun was being thick-skinned—if he kept doing this, sooner or later he'd suffer a big loss.
Ye Ling wasn't intimidated by Ji Zhongjun's words, "Mr. Ji, according to what you said, does that mean the school doesn't want students like me, right? If that's the case, why should we even bother taking exams? We might as well just pull some strings to get in. I didn't know that having topped the city in the entrance exam meant the school only accepted me because I'm a kid from the compound. I might as well go ask the principal if this school is run by his family. If it is, I'll leave without saying a word, and I won't use my background to pressure others."
