Dao Ya City's No. 1 High School, the sound of cicadas is faint.
Su Ming'an and Chao Yan walk by slowly.
"The Union Government once proposed to make Dao Ya City, where the Old God was born, the world capital, but I refused," Chao Yan smiled slightly, "Everyone thinks this way. This peaceful small town, as long as everyone is happy, doesn't need so many external influences."
"—Su—Little—White! My—Savior ah!!" At this moment, a man rushed over, his voice stretching long.
"Mr. Xia..." Su Ming'an rubbed his forehead.
"Thank you so much for the pants you gave me before!" Xia Jiawen was as excited as a monkey, "I proposed successfully! I did it! Oh yeah!"
"Did she really agree because of your pants, and not because of your identity as a Principal in a past life?" Su Ming'an asked.
Xia Jiawen suddenly fell into deep thought.
Su Ming'an laughed: "As long as you're happy, Mr. Xia, congratulations."
Only this teacher, treating him with equal footing, never sees him as a deity.
