Ma Qingqing was suddenly a bit stunned.
The young woman was, after all, only 19 years old, and not being allowed to transfer schools felt like she was being choked.
Liu Zhizhong, however, was very steady. He glanced at the other party's work badge, offered a cigarette, and smiled, "Teacher Zheng, could you make an exception? Qingqing is in a special situation, and currently not suited to live and study here, so..."
But who knew this Teacher Zheng would glance at Liu Zhizhong indifferently, not accepting his cigarette, instead pulling out one of his own to light up, interrupting Liu Zhizhong's words.
"Your name is Liu Zhizhong, right? From Yangzhou, and the secretary of the fallen Secretary Ma Xudong?"
Ma Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, glanced at Brother Zhizhong, surprised that Teacher Zheng knew him.
Liu Zhizhong smiled slightly, as calm as ever, and said, "Teacher Zheng, forgive my boldness, but do you...know me?"
"Heh heh..."