Some Students in the Summer Study Tour Were Throwing a Tantrum, so I Just Left Everyone in the Desert

Director Zhao slammed an A4 sheet of paper onto my desk. "Mr. Qian's daughter is coming for a study tour next week. This is the list of requirements she sent." I glanced at it. A private room with air conditioning. No morning runs or physical training. No spicy, sour, bitter, or hard foods; only imported fruits. A personal assistant to accompany her throughout. She must be among the "Best Student" at the end of the program. Twelve items in total, more detailed than my own teaching syllabus. "Director Zhao, this is a study tour, not a resort." Director Zhao leaned back in his chair, legs crossed. "They sponsored 800,000 yuan, the whole..."