Chapter 482: Please ask Teacher Ye to come back

Ye Bufan didn't know any of this. Soon after he got in the car, his phone rang in his pocket. It was an unfamiliar number.

When the call connected, a Middle-aged Man's voice came from the other end: "Hello, may I speak to Mr. Ye Bufan?"

"This is he, who is this, please?"

"Mr. Ye, hello, I am Zhang Bai, Director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Education."

Ye Bufan was slightly surprised, not expecting the head of the Bureau of Culture and Education to call him.

"Director Zhang, hello, is there something I can help you with?"

"It's like this, Mr. Ye, I would like to invite you to continue teaching at the Foreign Language School. What do you think?"

Zhang Bai was also forced into this situation. He was well aware of the chaos at Jiangnan Foreign Language Institute these past few days, but he had completely handed it over to Zhang Yunxiu to handle and didn't want to get involved.

But just now, Zhu Yucheng, the Mayor of Jiangnan City, called to inquire about this matter, urging him to resolve it quickly and showing a clear bias towards Ye Bufan in his words.

To have reached his current position, Zhang Bai was definitely a shrewd man. He immediately sensed the unusual implications.

One thing was certain: there was an extraordinary relationship between Zhu Yucheng and Ye Bufan.

It was precisely because of this that he quickly understood the situation, then personally intervened, and made the call.

With things having progressed to this point, Ye Bufan truly had no intention of returning to teach, saying: "I'm sorry, Director Zhang, since I've already left, I don't want to go back."

"Teacher Ye, I know you've been wronged quite a bit these past few days, but don't worry, I will definitely stand up for you.

We assigned Chang Hao to the school for a temporary position, but his performance has been too disappointing. I will immediately revoke his position as Director of the Academic Affairs Office."

Clearly, Zhang Bai misunderstood Ye Bufan's meaning, thinking that he didn't want to go back solely because of Chang Hao.

Comparatively, one was the son of the former Mayor, and the other was someone the current Mayor needed to look after. He naturally knew how to choose.

Ye Bufan said, "Director Zhang, you've misunderstood. I really don't mean that."

Although Chang Hao was annoying, Ye Bufan didn't take such a small character to heart. If he wanted to, he would have dealt with him long ago.

"This… Teacher Ye, please reconsider." Zhang Bai felt that the other party was not satisfied with his handling of the situation, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher Ye, as long as you are willing to return to teach at the school, I will expel Chang Hao right now."

"Director Zhang, you've really misunderstood. I don't

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

want to go back, and it has nothing to do with anyone else." Ye Bufan said, "How about this, I'll go back to the school now and calm those students down."

Zhang Bai excitedly said, "That's great, Teacher Ye! Thank you in advance."

As long as he could pacify the students at the Foreign Language School, his mission would be complete. And he unilaterally believed that it was his promise that made Ye Bufan agree to the condition.

Ye Bufan politely exchanged a few words, then hung up the phone.

At Jiangnan Foreign Language Training School, the entire school was currently in a state of extreme chaos.

There was only one reason: the students of Grade Two, Class Five were causing more and more trouble. They had now moved all the desks and chairs from all the classrooms to the playground, piling them up like a small mountain, ready to set them on fire.

Without desks and chairs, naturally, no classes could be held in any classroom. The school no longer had any order whatsoever, and even many students had joined the ranks of Grade Two, Class Five, shouting for the school to invite Teacher Ye back.

"What exactly do you want to do? Do you still act like students? Is there still any law?"

As the homeroom teacher of Grade Two, Class Five, Chang Hao watched his own students cause more and more trouble. Aside from shouting a few times, he was completely powerless to stop them.

Wu Zi chuckled mockingly, "Nothing much, the weather's getting colder and colder, so everyone's lighting a fire to warm up."

Chang Hao roared furiously, "Stop it at once! Do you know what you're doing? Do you know that doing this is illegal?"

Zhu Mingyu sneered, "Illegal? Then why don't you arrest me?"

"I…"

Although Chang Hao was furious, he was helpless.

Since they started causing trouble, he had called the police several times, but after the police arrived, they all said it was an internal school dispute and asked the school to handle it themselves.

Tang Ming shouted, "I say, you surnamed Chang, aren't you annoying? If you keep pointing fingers here, believe it or not, I'll throw you in and burn you too."

Hearing this, Chang Hao couldn't help but take several steps backward. Although he was shouting from the side, he had actually been keeping a considerable distance from these people, not daring to get close.

He knew very well in his heart that these people were not to be trifled with, and even if he was beaten, it would be in vain. For example, his brand new BMW 7 Series was now completely sent to the repair shop.

Fortunately, he had received 20,000 usd from those M Country people a few days ago. Although not too much, it was enough to cover this loss.

At this moment, Zhang Yunxiu rushed over and said to the students present, "Students, please stop causing trouble.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

If you have any demands, present them to the school, and the school will definitely meet them."

Tang Ming said, "Principal Zhang, our demand is already very clear. There is only one: please invite Teacher Ye back."

Zhu Mingyu pointed at Chang Hao and said, "Exactly, even this kind of trash is a director at the school, why should Teacher Ye be driven away?"

As a homeroom teacher being insulted by students like a Grandson, Chang Hao's face was full of embarrassment, but he dared not utter a single word.

Zhang Yunxiu said, "Students, I have already called Teacher Ye and personally went to invite him, but he is temporarily unavailable. Could you please give the school a little more time for this matter?"

He was completely overwhelmed by the chaos, which had now alarmed the higher-ups. If this continued, he probably wouldn't be able to hold onto his position as principal.

If he were given another chance, when Ye Bufan left, he would definitely cling tightly to his leg and never let go, even if it killed him.

Zhu Mingyu shouted, "You want time? I'll give you three minutes. If Teacher Ye isn't back within three minutes, we'll burn these desks and chairs, then the school library, and then your principal's office…"

"Three minutes? How is that possible?"

Zhang Yunxiu wrung his hands anxiously, yet he had no way to deal with these students. He turned to Chang Hao and angrily said, "You were the loudest one shouting to kick Teacher Ye out of school back then, and you're still the homeroom teacher now. So, come up with a solution!

Didn't you say you could definitely manage these students well? Is this how you've managed them?"

Chang Hao's face turned ashen from the scolding, but he could only clench his fists, unable to say a word.

The surrounding teachers not only showed no sympathy but instead joined in the condemnation.

"Exactly! When Teacher Ye left, Grade Two, Class Five was fine. As soon as it got into your hands, it turned into this mess."

"Grade Two, Class Five used to be a bit rowdy, but they stayed in their own classroom. Now, they've moved our classroom desks over here. How are we supposed to have class?"

"Teacher Chang, quickly stop them and send our desks back! We're still waiting to have class."

Facing the accusations of thousands, Chang Hao could only lower his head and stand still, his eyes fixed on his shoelaces, unable to utter a single word.

What could he do? Looking at the current situation, saying one more word would probably ignite the anger of Grade Two, Class Five, and then he would be the one to suffer.

At this moment, Tang Ming pulled out a lighter, looked at his watch, and said, "Principal Zhang, three minutes are almost up. 3… 2… 1…"