Zhang Tiejun laughed and patted Qiao Yu on the shoulder again. He was starting to enjoy this feeling, thinking that if he didn't pat a few more times now, chances to do so in the future might become scarce.
After all, at only fifteen, his IQ and EQ were so high, coupled with his shamelessness as a student—his future could only be described as limitless!
With another student, Zhang Tiejun might fear youthful pride leading to arrogance, risking a downfall, but with Qiao Yu's sponge-like quality, he only worried that if this little guy soaked up too much ink and accidentally let some out, the surroundings might get tainted.
"Alright, you hurry home. Remember to show me your speech draft once you've finished, and send it to me before ten o'clock on the 31st."
"Don't worry, Principal Zhang, I might not always prioritize what others ask, but I promise I'll complete the tasks you assign!"
