After the meeting, Rong Wanqi hurried home and locked herself in her room.

In the evening.

Rong Wanqi waited until her father's voice came faintly from the living room before coming out of the bedroom.

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"Headmaster, that's your job." Rong Wanqi's tone was questioning.

"Evening seven, you have always known Dad's position, but I just didn't tell you that the principal of Ningxin Middle School is me." Rong Qingzhi was just a father at this time, and in order to conceal the misunderstanding caused by this matter, he sincerely explained the misunderstanding to his daughter.

"That's why you and your mom haven't been to my parent-teacher conference this year?" Rong Wanqi is now like a child who is eager to verify the facts.

"Well, I don't want your classmates to be close to you, or alienate you, because your father is the principal."

"Whether I'm a principal or something else, first I'm your father, then the principal or something."

"Before you were born, my most important role was my husband, and then the principal. After you were born, my most important role was still my husband, then my father, then my principal. ”

"Whenever you need me, my first role is a father. My most important role in school is that of the principal, and these are currently immutable. ”

"At different times and places, the role of dad will change, but it won't change the fact that I'm your dad anyway."

Rong Qingzhi explained very seriously.

Rong Wanqi listened carefully to her father's words, nodded and expressed her understanding.

"Forgive me that night?" Rong Wanqi nodded again.

"I didn't go to the afternoon class, I'll find time to tutor myself." Rong Wanqi gave an answer that she didn't go to class in the afternoon.

"Okay." Father Rong gently touched Rong Wanqi's head.

Rong Wanqi walked to the sofa, sat down worriedly, and quietly looked out the window.

After school in the afternoon, Qiao Muqi waited at the entrance of the junior high school department until the evening, but he never saw Rong Wanqi come out, so he came directly to the door of the second class of the first grade on the third floor, and the classroom was empty.

"She didn't come to school in the afternoon? This girl went away with undisguised anger, she was really angry! Qiao Muqi said to himself, and suddenly smiled.

"This is also something that he himself did not expect, an unexpected result."

"Rong Wanqi, I like you, it has nothing to do with who you are."

Rong Wanqi sneezed loudly at home. Rong Wanqi rubbed his nose fiercely.

Qiao Muqi left the junior high school, turned the corner to the library, and walked in. The library of the University of Nuo was unusually quiet today, and he walked to the shelves of emotional books and carefully selected them.

Qiao Muqi has selected no less than ten books on the bookshelf about puppy love in adolescence. After all, feelings are not something you can control, if you can't control it, try to restrain it.

Her age is really young, and she still doesn't understand the love of the cardamom years in the mood for cardamom.

Qiao Muqi stayed in the library until the library closed. In the meantime, Qiao Muqi had already flipped through all the books he had picked out from the shelves.

Qiao Muqi walked to the bookshelf, sorted and returned the books, and smiled.

He quickly picked up his backpack and left the library, the evening wind blowing a little cool, the branches gently swaying with the wind, he strolled among the trees.