It was already 2 p.m. when he left school, the hottest time of the July day. An Yimo took out his umbrella from his backpack while shielding himself from the sun and carefully browsed through the new student roster he had just received from the headmaster.

This year's freshman class is not large, with an average of about 30 students per class. Most of the children live near the school. An Yimo sighed in relief, it seems this year's summer home visit work won't be too grueling.

The sound of a car horn, “Beep beep—,” drew An Yimo’s attention back.

"Hello, Principal!" An Yimo smiled and bowed to the man in the car.

The principal pressed the car window, a rare smile on his usually stern face.

"Are you going home? I'm heading to the station for a meeting, I can give you a ride."

"An Yimeng hurriedly bowed respectfully and politely again: "Thank you, Principal. I'm just about to go visit a few children at their homes. Don't bother you, please busy yourself!"

The principal nodded and said nothing more. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

Bai Tu Guan, having left with a flourish, An Yi Mo felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He thought to himself that someone like him, an ordinary commoner, was truly not good at making small talk with leaders.

"An Yimo." Someone patted his shoulder suddenly from behind. He turned around and saw Ren Lan, his homeroom teacher from the same grade.

“Mr. Ren,” An Yimo smiled as he greeted him. School was a place where seniority reigned supreme, and even if someone had only arrived a year earlier, they were considered your senior. You had to address them respectfully as “Teacher,” but you could use their name directly when addressing people younger than yourself.

Ren Lan is a very beautiful girl, 25 years old. She has fair skin, good features, and a tall figure. She is cheerful and lively, and she is also very intelligent. It is said that many people pursue her. However, her mate selection standards are very high. She once jokingly said that she would not marry anyone who was not from a wealthy family, but even so, this has not deterred those ardent admirers.

"The car that just passed by seemed to be the principal's." Ren Lan walked over and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with An Yi Mo.

"Hmm." Mrs. Du had poisoned the tea, An Yimo replied while walking towards the shade of a tree.

A chuckle came from Ren Lan's ear: "Since the principal has offered to take you home, how could you bear to refuse his kindness?"

It turns out everyone heard. An Yimo wasn't resentful in her heart.

"Our principal actually knows where you live! It seems like he has intentions towards you!" Ren Lan said, half-joking and half-serious, her tone betraying a hint of sourness.

An Yimo was most afraid of these unfounded rumors. If left unchecked, even falsehoods could be spread as truth. She hurriedly replied half-truthfully: "Of course, every new teacher, the school leaders will personally visit their home. It's perfectly normal that they remember where I live. Besides, I just started working last year, and it's only been a few days since I went to our house. The principal shouldn't forget my address, right?"

The most annoying thing is this kind of conversation. You can't explain it seriously, making you seem too serious and rigid, but you also can't be lighthearted, losing your dignity. It's really a difficult balance to strike, and you still have to patiently engage with it.

An Yimo quickly changed the subject: "Teacher Ren must be comfortable, your class actually has two sets of twins this year, you can even visit two families during home visits."

Ren Lan smiled, but didn't answer. Instead, she spoke to herself: "Don't look at our principal, he's young, but he has a lot of background. I heard his father is the vice mayor, his mother is the high court prosecutor, and his uncle is the head of a private enterprise. He has both money and power. With such a family background, how could he be willing to stay in school as a principal?"

Ren Lan really is well-informed. She knows everything about the principal's family background. An Yimo, who has worked here for a year, doesn't know any of this. Although people have mentioned in the past that the principal has a deep background, everyone seems to avoid talking about it in detail. As for those who are irrelevant, they don't even bother to remember what they heard.

To show that he was listening attentively to Ren Arashi's words, An Yimo could only say after a pause: "Our school is one of the top aristocratic schools in the city. From elementary school to high school, there are many students and teachers. Just the tuition for each semester is astronomical. Let alone the principal, our elementary school principal earns over 200,000 yuan a year. In our school, being the principal isn't even considered top-tier?"

An Yimo originally came to this private school for the staggering salary. She never expected a prestigious school like this would hire someone fresh out of teachers college with no experience. Unexpectedly, she got accepted! Besides being surprised, she was overjoyed. Five thousand yuan a month? How many recent graduates could even dream of such a salary?

Ren Lan listened and smiled nonchalantly, seeming to think the words were childish. She took a breath and spoke in a listless tone: "Just watch, he's not an ordinary person, he'll leave sooner or later."

An Yimeng couldn't tell if the meaning behind the words was regret or reluctance to leave, and he wasn't bothered to figure it out. The comings and goings of others, their futures, what did it have to do with him? There was no connection, so he just smiled and said: "It's still early. I want to visit a few children's homes nearby, so I'll take my leave first. Goodbye, Teacher Ren!"

Without waiting for Ren'ai's response, An Yimo strode away.

Although it was a home visit, I called several student parents and they all said they were busy. Thinking about it, most parents are at work during this time, who has time to receive guests? I can only make an appointment for the weekend to do the home visit.

I looked at my phone, it was only 2:30 pm. It was so hot out today that I really didn't want to waste time coming out. I took the list of new students and looked through it again. I found a child named Sun Wei. In the father's name column, two characters were written—Yin Huang. The mother's column was left blank.

An Yimo remained unperturbed, another child from a single-parent household. It was unclear if his parents had divorced or his mother had passed away. However, seeing that his father's surname was Yin while his son's was Sun, it was likely he took his mother's surname in remembrance of her. Such a child always evokes a sense of sympathy. His finger unconsciously pressed the phone number under the "father" column.

After two rings, the other party picked up, a middle-aged man's voice: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Who? Of course, I'm calling you. What a strange question this person asked.

An Yimo held back and opened his mouth: "May I ask if this is Mr. Yin?"

The other party seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Which Mr. Yin are you looking for?"

Which Mr. Yin? Do you have a whole group of Mr. Yins at home? By now, I feel like it's impossible to communicate with him using human language.

Taking a deep breath, An Yimo continued to patiently ask: “It’s Mr. Yin Huang, the father of little Sun Wei, may I please speak with him?”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yin is not available to take your call at the moment." The person on the phone paused for a moment and then said, "Are you—Grandpa's teacher?"

An Yimo was completely dumbfounded.

The other party remained silent, clearly struggling to understand. He opened his mouth and explained again: "Hello, I am Yin Liang's housekeeper, Yin Shi. What can I do for you?"

Okay, I understand.

"Oh, I see. Little Sun Wei has already been accepted to our school. My name is An Yimo, and I'm his homeroom teacher. I would like to come for a home visit. Would that be convenient?"

"Alright, I'll ask Mr. Yin and call you back later."

"Okay, here's my phone number. Just call this if you need to reach me."

"Good."

The other party hung up the phone, An Yimo still stood in the shopping mall blowing cold air. After a while, the phone rang again, it was still that housekeeper Yin Shi.

"Is this Mr. An?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Hello, Mr. said he can see you for ten minutes in half an hour. You can go to the company to find him."

"Company?" He was taken aback. When has a teacher's home visit ever involved going to the parents' workplace?

"Yes, Mr. [name] is very busy with work and often comes home late, so Mrs. An can't meet him at home. She can only make an appointment to see you at the company."

"Okay, no problem. May I ask for Mr. Yin's company address?"

The house manager gave out the address, and An Yimeng hurriedly grabbed a notepad to jot it down on the list of new students.