Chapter 22: Because of Contentment, There Is No Fear!

"Grandpa, who is Tang Zhong?" Jiao Nanxin asked curiously.

"The student I admitted today," Jiao Yuheng said with a smile.

"Wow, he answered Grandpa's question?" Jiao Nanxin's eyes lit up. "That means he's pretty capable. He'll be another Wang Jikui in the future."

Jiao Yuheng waved his hand and said, "Why don't you come with me to meet him? You'll be classmates soon anyway."

"Never mind. I'll hide. Maybe he's here to show his filial piety? It would be awkward for me to be here," Jiao Nanxin picked up the large bag she had brought. "I'll go to the inner room to wash my face."

The dean's office was very large, with one room for work, one for receiving guests, and a small one for rest. The rest room was for the leaders to take a nap during the day or to sleep when on duty at night.

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After Jiao Nanxin closed the door of the rest room from the inside, Tang Zhong walked into Jiao Yuheng's office under Zhu Li's guidance.

Zhu Li closed the door and left, leaving Tang Zhong alone inside.

Jiao Yuheng sat back in his chair behind the large desk, his eyes intensely scrutinizing Tang Zhong, who stood before him.

Tang Zhong lowered his head again.

"Jiao Zhong," Jiao Yuheng called out. "What brings you here?"

"Dean Jiao," Tang Zhong finally raised his head and bowed ninety degrees to Jiao Yuheng. "Thank you for accepting me as your student. I will work hard and not let you down."

"Hmm," Jiao Yuheng frowned and looked at Tang Zhong. "If you won't let me down, it means you must have some expectations from me. What are those expectations?"

Tang Zhong's face turned green.

I was just being polite. Everyone says it like that. Why are you taking it so seriously, old man?

Expectations? How would I know what your expectations are?

If I say, 'I hope to become a useful talent for the country,' will this old man mock me?

"Jiao Zhong, don't speak empty words to me in the future," Jiao Yuheng said sternly.

"Yes, Dean," Tang Zhong replied. This old man exuded a great deal of authority, similar to that of a patriarch.

"Alright, tell me what brings you here," Jiao Yuheng said.

Tang Zhong had been thinking about what to say on his way to visit Jiao Yuheng, so he wasn't worried about being at a loss for words.

He raised his head and looked at Jiao Yuheng. "Dean, it's like this. Tonight, I and three other roommates went to eat. One of my roommates got a seat first, but a group of senior students came to take it and even kicked him to the ground. Later, a dispute arose, and my roommate accidentally hit a teacher's head with a bottle."

Tang Zhong tried to describe the incident as simply as possible without exaggerating. There were many witnesses, and the school would soon investigate the truth. Lying now would only make Jiao Yuheng think less of him.

Jiao Yuheng's thick eyebrows furrowed.

He wasn't worried about the fight itself. Every year during the new student enrollment period and the graduation period, fights often occurred. These young, impulsive, and passionate students needed some way to vent their excess energy.

As the dean, he was long accustomed to such incidents.

What troubled him was Tang Zhong's approach.

He had just admitted him as a student in class today, and now he was seeking help. Did he think that being the dean's student made him superior to others?

If so, he would be very disappointed.

As a dedicated educator, Jiao Yuheng did not want to lose a good student.

Having keen observational skills and a deep emotional connection to seemingly insignificant things were essential qualities for a great psychologist.

Tang Zhong's ability to stand out among over a hundred students and become his student proved he had these qualities.

However, his attitude was not one Jiao Yuheng liked.

Jiao Yuheng stared intently at Tang Zhong.

This time, Tang Zhong did not avoid his gaze.

Determined. Resolute. Gentle.

"You should have your counselor, Li Qiang, handle this matter," Jiao Yuheng said.

"I understand. However, since this incident involves a teacher being injured, I am concerned that Teacher Li Qiang might face some obstacles," Tang Zhong said frankly.

"Do you not trust Teacher Li Qiang's abilities?"

"No. I don't trust the constraints beyond his abilities. Teacher Li Qiang, who runs the campus restaurant, has to be cautious," Tang Zhong said.

Jiao Yuheng's eyes brightened.

Indeed, Zhang Haiyang, who runs the campus restaurant and supermarket, is the vice-principal's nephew. If Zhang Haiyang is injured, his face will be damaged, and he will be furious. At that time, how could Li Qiang dare to challenge him?

If Li Qiang can't stop him, Zhang Haiyang will definitely target the student who caused the trouble.

This kid is really sharp, seeing the essence of the matter right away.

"Do you understand that this could make me dislike you?" Jiao Yuheng said, still maintaining a stern face. "I might think you are arrogant and even reject you, a student I just admitted without any understanding or affection."

"I know," Tang Zhong nodded. "I was prepared for this before coming."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid," Tang Zhong said.

"What? Is being my student not important to you?" Jiao Yuheng was truly irritated by this kid's response.

How many people want to become his students in the field of psychology? How many people want to be his graduate students each year?

As long as you become his student, you don't have to worry about your future prospects.

And he says he's not afraid.

Jiao Yuheng felt hurt, feeling his dignity was damaged.

"Dean, I'm not afraid," Tang Zhong adjusted his large glasses and said seriously. "Before becoming your student, my greatest ambition was to become a prison warden. Even after becoming your student, my ambition after graduation is still to become a prison warden."

"I don't have great ambitions, so I don't need many abilities or extensive connections. Whether or not I am your student, I believe I can achieve this goal with my own abilities."

Jiao Yuheng was truly at a loss, feeling that he had made a mistake in admitting this kid as a student. He didn't appreciate it at all.

"Do you mean that because you are content, you are fearless?"

"I am afraid," Tang Zhong said. "I am afraid because I know that the person who runs the campus restaurant has significant influence. I am worried that my roommate will be retaliated against, or even expelled from school."

"Impossible," Jiao Yuheng said authoritatively. "Without my permission, no one can expel my student."

Tang Zhong smiled.

He bowed deeply to Jiao Yuheng and said, "Thank you, Dean."

Jiao Yuheng knew he had been caught off guard by his emotional outburst. He didn't bother to explain further and said, "Don't thank me. If your roommate is innocent, no one can do anything to him. But if he provoked the incident and injured the teacher, I will be the first to expel him. I, Jiao Yuheng, do not accept such students."

"There are many witnesses at the restaurant. The investigation will not disappoint you, Dean," Tang Zhong said.

"Alright. I understand the situation. You can go now," Jiao Yuheng waved his hand.

Hearing this, Tang Zhong felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

He knew that Jiao Yuheng was prepared to intervene.

As the dean, as long as he intervened, the situation wouldn't be too bad.

"Thank you, Dean," Tang Zhong thanked him again and turned to leave.

"Wait," Jiao Yuheng called out.

Tang Zhong turned around.

"Can you tell me why you want to be a prison warden?" Jiao Yuheng asked. Although he felt it was a bit undignified to ask a student such a question, he was genuinely curious.

Moreover, he knew that the person in the rest room was probably even more anxious. If he didn't ask, she would definitely pull out all his hair later.

The psychology department at Nan University is the most famous in the country. Graduates from here don't have to worry about their future jobs. Some become psychology professors, some become authors in the field of psychology, some work in human resources at large companies, and some start their own companies or studios.

He had been a psychology teacher for many years and had been the dean for over a decade. He had thousands of students and had heard all sorts of strange ideals and career plans.

But no one had ever said they wanted to be a prison warden.

Tang Zhong smiled.

His face, hidden behind the large glasses, seemed extraordinary.

"Because of my father," Tang Zhong said. "I want to be like him."

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