The old man was dressed in plain clothes and shoes, looking very simple, like an old guy from the neighborhood walking his bird. Fang Yumei suspected this old geezer didn't know a damn thing.
Xi Ruzhu also sized up the old man from head to toe and decisively sided with Fang Yumei, speaking softly to back her up: "Our Teacher Fang majored in English and is studying for a master's degree in English at Imperial University. Sir, you probably don't understand English as well as our Teacher Fang..."
Who knew.
The principal glared at her fiercely: "Shut up."
Then he immediately scooted up to the old man, very humbly and respectfully: "Dean Tang, the young teacher we just hired doesn't know better, please don't take it to heart. She's clueless about Old English; if she can teach the ABCs, that's already good enough. You were right, Xi Zuzi's pronunciation and accent are top-notch, what was that accent again?"
Xing Yue, speechless, corrected: "Old English, Germanic noble accent."
