Inside the apartment.
Chu Bamboo placed his phone on the desk and continued writing the two technical documents.
By nine o'clock, he had finished a third of the two documents. He glanced at his phone.
"Still no calls from an unknown number! Don't they believe me? That's to be expected, I guess."
Chu Bamboo felt a slight headache. 'What should I do? Find my student advisor? That doesn't seem right. But it's even more impossible to go see the principal over something like this.'
A crisp notification sound made Chu Bamboo glance at his phone instinctively. He saw a news pop-up on the screen—
Some major entrepreneur was investing in some region and meeting with the local secretary.
"Sigh, it all comes down to status," Chu Bamboo lamented.
'If I were a famous billionaire, arranging a meeting with a high school principal would probably be a piece of cake, right?'
