My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 104: Yucai Middle School 5

The Dean of Students suddenly stopped walking. He Fei, who had been following closely behind, was caught off guard and nearly stumbled into her back.

Fortunately, Yang Fan, ever alert to his surroundings, reacted in time. He grabbed He Fei by the arm and steadied him, preventing the collision.

Immediately after, the two of them saw the Dean of Students whose face had been clouded with gloom and menace just a second ago, tilted her head up and revealed a warm, radiant smile. Her voice, too, turned honey-sweet, as if scooped straight out of a jar of syrup.

"Yes, Ms. Wan... why are you coming out of the reception room alone?"

At the top of the stairs, the woman gave a soft "Oh," but did not answer the Dean of Students's question.

Yang Fan immediately sensed that her gaze had bypassed the Dean of Students entirely, falling instead on him and He Fei—as if she were studying them, turning something over in her mind.

It clicked. This woman must be the very same "Ms. Wan" whose name had been printed on yesterday's banner—the one their teacher had mentioned, the honored guest for whom a welcoming ceremony was to be held.

From any angle, this woman had to be an extremely dangerous thing. The entire Yucai Middle School was affected by her influence.

When dealing with their teachers and even the Dean of Students, Yang Fan had at least a sliver of room to maneuver, to negotiate. He had even dared accompany He Fei when danger loomed.

But now—realizing that what stood before them was a being so powerful it could bend the very rules of the haunted realm—Yang Fan felt his entire body sink into an icy abyss. Cold sweat poured down his back.

His spine stiffened, taut like a bowstring on the verge of snapping. Run. That single word echoed through his mind.

But where could he run? His legs were already numb, rooted to the floor.

In that instant, he felt like nothing more than a helpless lamb, collapsing on its knees, waiting for the butcher's blade. Other than resigning himself to death, he could do nothing.

Just as Yang Fan was consumed by anguish, resentment, and unwillingness at the reality of being forced to submit to slaughter, the woman on the stairs finally spoke.

Her voice carried a hint of hesitation: "Teacher Zhang, are these two your colleagues?"

The Dean of Students glanced back at Yang Fan and He Fei, then turned again to Ms. Wan with a respectful tone.

"No, they are students."

Wan Qian blinked in surprise. That middle-aged man? A student? He looked at least thirty or forty!

She would rather believe that he was the father of that teenager beside him with the flashy red-dyed hair—an unlucky man summoned because his son refused to behave.

Still, since the Dean of Students herself said otherwise, Wan Qian couldn't think of any reason why Zhang Minglan would lie to her.

After giving the middle-aged man another careful look, realization suddenly dawned on her. She understood.

This had to be the touching story of a middle-aged man who, despite struggling in society for many years, still refused to give up his dream of college and had come to the school to audit classes.

She hadn't expected Yucai Middle School to be so tolerant, even welcoming students of his age and helping them pursue the dream of the college entrance exam.

This, she thought with emotion, was true "education for all, with no one left behind." Her eyes softened with genuine admiration as she turned to the Dean.

"Your school is truly exemplary—your teachers are dedicated, inclusive, and tireless in their teaching.

The students are also incredibly diligent. When I passed by the teaching building today, I saw every single one of them studying earnestly—it was truly heartening.

You are outstanding gardeners, tending this great garden of education, cultivating the nation's talents with both virtue and ability, never giving up on a single student!"

Wan Qian delivered this long speech without a single stumble, her voice brimming with emotion. The Dean of Students was momentarily dazed.

Could Yucai Middle School really be this outstanding? Wait a second—how could she, the Dean of Students herself, even begin to doubt that the Yucai Middle School wasn't good enough?

Before she could speak, Wan Qian went on:

"Teacher Zhang, you've already become Dean of Students at such a young age—your educational skills must be exceptional. With someone as talented as you nurturing students here, I believe this school will only grow stronger, producing more and more outstanding individuals for the country."

At Wan Qian's lavish praise, two faint blushes appeared on the Dean of Students's face.

Ms. Wan truly lives up to her reputation as the owner of Dark Farm—she's remarkably skilled at discovering our strengths! Surely her employees must feel blessed under her leadership.

Compared to the difficult and unattractive principal, the Dean of Students even found himself secretly tempted to jump ship and work at Dark Farm instead.

Of course, bound as she was by the rules, she knew such a thing was impossible. She could only reply with modesty and a touch of shyness:

"You flatter me, Ms. Wan. I am only a little more capable than my colleagues, that's all."

Wan Qian had been talking so much and standing at the stairwell for quite a while. Only when a dull ache in her lower abdomen reminded her did she realize it was time to attend to a pressing bodily need.

"Teacher Zhang, may I ask where the restroom is?"

After Zhang Minglan left, Wan Qian had nothing to do in the meeting room, so she could only sip water from her teacup. Drinking a bit too much, she suddenly felt the urge to pee.

Originally, Teacher Zhao Jun had offered to take her to the restroom, and her butler also said they would accompany her. But Wan Qian thought, she was a grown adult—surely she could find a toilet on her own, so she declined their company.

Unexpectedly, after wandering around the office building for a few rounds, she still couldn't find a restroom anywhere.

Wan Qian was just thinking of going back to the meeting room to ask where the restroom was, when, at the stairwell, she ran into Zhang Minglan with two students.

Since Zhang Minglan was the Dean of Students of the school, she have worked here for a long time and surely knew where the restroom was.

When Zhang Minglan heard Wan Qian ask about the restroom, she paused for a moment, then immediately came over and said, "Please, follow me."

She suddenly remembered Yang Fan and He Fei still trailing behind and added, "You two, go wait in the office."

With that, she led Ms. Wan away down the corridor.