92: Chapter 92 The Princess Was Summoned for Talks? If You Can't Teach Me, I Will!

The next day, at the city's key middle school that Lin Wan attended.

In the second-year high school teachers' office, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Several teachers had their heads buried, pretending to grade assignments, but their eyes were secretly darting toward the corner.

The homeroom teacher, Zhang Jianguo, a man in his forties with gold-rimmed glasses, was looking at Lin Zhou opposite him with a stern expression.

He was a well-known strict teacher in the school and despised nothing more than students taking the wrong path.

In his view, a student like Lin Wan, whose grades were above average, should study desperately, get into a good university, find a stable job, and live out her life.

This was the only right path.

Now she wants to apply to the Film Academy? It's simply madness! She's ruining her own future!

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you are a big boss outside and your career is very successful."

Zhang Jianguo adjusted his glasses, picked up his thermos, and slowly blew on the steam.

His tone carried a sense of scrutiny.

"However, I must remind you that education is not the same as business; a child's future cannot be used for gambling. At Lin Wan's age, her thinking is not yet mature, and she is easily attracted by the outside world."

"At this time, we, as parents and teachers, need to forcibly pull her back to the right path!"

He took a sip of hot tea and continued with the principles he had been preaching for twenty years.

"The path of pursuing art is too unrealistic! Thousands of people are competing for it; how many can succeed? I've taught Lin Wan for two years, and I understand her!"

Zhang Jianguo's voice was not loud, but he spoke with certainty.

"She doesn't have that talent, and even less does she have the family background! Letting her study steadily and take the college entrance exam is what it means to be responsible for her!"

Lin Zhou sat quietly, listening.

He did not refute, and his face even carried a polite smile.

This calm demeanor of his, conversely, made the incessantly talking Zhang Jianguo feel a bit uneasy.

It was not until Zhang Jianguo finished his tea and was prepared to continue preaching that Lin Zhou slowly opened his mouth.

"Teacher Zhang, first of all, thank you for your concern for my sister."

His voice was very steady, yet it made the entire office instantly quiet down.

"However, there are two points I need to clarify."

Zhang Jianguo frowned, feeling very displeased.

A young person, and he wants to correct me?

"First, regarding talent." Lin Zhou's speaking pace was not fast. "You conclude that my sister has no artistic talent. May I ask, which art academy are you a judge for? Or are you a director who has won international awards?"

"I..." Zhang Jianguo was stumped by the question.

"You are not, and neither am I." Lin Zhou continued for him. "Therefore, neither of us is qualified to judge whether a sixteen-year-old girl has potential or not."

"It is very simple to destroy a dream; you just have to say it won't work the moment it appears."

Zhang Jianguo's expression became somewhat ugly.

"Second, regarding background." The smile on Lin Zhou's face did not change, but his words carried a sharp edge.

"You said she has no background. I strongly disagree with this point."

"Teacher Zhang, perhaps you have some misunderstandings about my work. What I do is to create a future for my sister where she can choose freely and pursue her dreams boldly."

"Therefore, if we must talk about background..." Lin Zhou smiled. "I think her background should be... sufficient."

"You!" Zhang Jianguo was so choked up that his face turned bright red, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He felt that his authority and confidence as a teacher were being dismantled bit by bit by the young man in front of him!

"Mr. Lin! I am talking about education! Talking about the child's future! Not talking to you about money or those messy, chaotic backgrounds!"

Zhang Jianguo was somewhat angry; he slammed the table hard, and his voice rose as well.

"I am Lin Wan's homeroom teacher! I have a responsibility to be responsible for her future!"

"Responsible?" The smile on Lin Zhou's face finally disappeared.

He stood up, half a head taller than Zhang Jianguo, and an invisible aura instantly pressed down.

"Teacher Zhang, forgive my bluntness. All you can be responsible for is her exam results in this school."

"Can you guarantee she gets into Tsinghua or Peking University? Can you guarantee she finds a job with a monthly salary of fifty thousand after graduation? Can you guarantee that she will be happy, healthy, and free from disaster for the rest of her life?"

A series of questions made Zhang Jianguo's chest feel stifled. He opened his mouth, his face turning from red to white, and he couldn't say a single word.

"You cannot." Lin Zhou gave the answer for him, his voice cooling down.

"In this world, no one can take full responsibility for another person's life."

"The only thing we, as elders, can do is to give her the greatest support and the best resources when she makes a choice, allowing her more opportunities to try!"

"Let her walk further and see higher!"

"She wants to apply to the Film Academy; it is the path she chose for herself after careful consideration!"

"As her older brother, what I need to do is give her the best conditions and let her venture out!"

"Instead of using the name of 'what's good for her' to lock her in that stable little circle you planned, grinding away all her vitality and ideas!"

The office was silent. All the teachers stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at this scene.

Zhang Jianguo's face turned from green to white, his fingers trembling with anger.

He had been a teacher for twenty years, and this was the first time he had been lectured like this, with a parent pointing at his nose!

"Sophistry! It's all heresy!" He sprang up from his chair, pointing at Lin Zhou's nose. "Fine! Since you parents think this way, I have nothing to say! But I'll say the ugly words upfront: if she transfers to the art class, her academic subjects will definitely fall behind! When the time comes and she can't get into university, don't come crying to the school!"

"We won't regret it." Lin Zhou's tone was very flat.

"Additionally, you don't need to trouble yourself with the transfer."

He took out his phone, and in front of everyone, dialed a number and pressed speakerphone directly.

"Beep... Hello! Leader! What are your orders?" Wang Dong's energetic voice came from the phone.

In the office, when all the teachers heard the word "Leader," their heads "buzzed," and their minds went blank.

Leader? Last time Lin Wan was picked up, there were rumors that she was some kind of princess, but no one had confirmed it. Could it all be true?

"Wang Dong, it's me." Lin Zhou's voice rang out clearly. "Help me contact the best acting, vocal, dance, and body language teachers in the country."

"There is only one requirement: they must have won international awards and be the top experts in their respective fields."

Wang Dong on the other end of the line was stunned for a moment.

"Assemble a team of tutors." Lin Zhou continued. "Starting today, conduct one-on-one special training for my sister, Lin Wan. Money and time are not issues; I want the best. Can you do it?"

Wang Dong reacted instantly, shouting at the top of his lungs: "No problem, Leader! Guarantee to complete the mission! Finding teachers for Her Royal Highness the Princess must be the best in the country! You just wait and see!"

"Her Royal Highness the Princess..." Zhang Jianguo's legs went weak, and he nearly lost his footing, grabbing the desk for support.

He could now confirm with high probability that those rumors were true.

Lin Zhou hung up the phone and looked back at the pale-faced, shivering Zhang Jianguo, his face returning to a polite smile.

"Teacher Zhang, please help me with the transfer procedures today. Additionally, thank you very much for your guidance to my sister over the past two years."

After speaking, he stopped looking at the other person and turned to walk out of the office.

Some things have no right or wrong; there are only differences in perspective.

The Cyber Freedom Republic, no matter how small, is still a country; there are ways to ensure the only princess has a safety net for whatever she wants to do.

This bit of freedom, he, as her brother, could still grant.