Chapter 196 Sadness for A

"Oh, you know Teacher Jonathan?" Oliver asked in surprise.

"Yes, I know him." York nodded.

"It seems that our Shekeka College is a place of destiny?" Oliver smiled and continued to lead.

York pretended to be curious and asked, "Can you tell me about Jonathan? I haven't seen him for a long time."

Maybe it was because they really needed a psychology teacher, or maybe it was because of Genaji, Oliver was quite patient and didn't show any impatience at all.

"Teacher Jonathan is a very famous person here."

Hearing this, York raised his eyebrows out of habit.

Oliver smiled and said, "He is a funny guy who knows how to get along with students. Many students like his class, especially female students."

York noticed something was wrong with Oliver: "After all, Jonathan is handsome and he used to be the center of attention wherever he went."

Oliver glanced at York and said, "I think you are more handsome, Yusis. If you stay, you will be more popular with the students than Mr. Jonathan."

By now, how could Oliver not understand York's thoughts? Visiting the college must be to evaluate whether the college is suitable for him.

"Haha." York smiled and said, "Mr. Oliver, does every teacher here have a personal office?"

Oliver nodded: "Yes, if you stay, we will also arrange a new office for you."

"So where is Jonathan's office?" York asked with pretended curiosity.

"Over there." Oliver pointed in the direction of the opposite corridor, thinking that York wanted to be closer to someone he knew, and continued.

"If you want, we can also arrange your office next to Teacher Yonatan."

York looked at the glass-partitioned door of a room across the corridor, took note of it silently, and nodded.

Then, when he and Oliver came to his vice-president's office, Yorks took the contract he handed over and made an excuse to deal with it.

"Can I think about it, Mr. Oliver?"

Oliver put his hands under his chin. "You'd better give me an answer tomorrow, Jussi."

To be honest, even with Genaji's relationship, he gradually began to get a little impatient.

York was keenly aware of this, and felt a little apologetic:

"Ok."

After saying this, Yorks said goodbye to Oliver formally and left his vice-principal's office. However, he did not leave immediately, but went straight to Jonathan's office.

The teacher's office actually has no name. If Oliver hadn't told him in person, he probably wouldn't have known where Jonathan's office was.

If he wants to come here alone and ask other students or anyone else, he needs to clock in and leave his personal information. Some students may not even know where Jonathan's office is.

After all, the teaching here is not a fixed course, but students choose their own courses.

So it would be better to be more direct and silent this way. As long as he refuses tomorrow, the whole thing will be done without anyone knowing. The only person involved is Oliver, but he probably just thinks that the person who came to apply for the job has refused.

Coming to the corridor, Yorks opened the glass door in front of him, then came to the door in front of him and opened it.

This is probably the door to the outer room, so he doesn't need a key to open it.

As the door opened, a very small space appeared in front of me. On one side of the wall was a bookshelf filled with books, and on the other side was a window and a desk with a computer.

The layout extends forward, like a corridor leading to the office in front.

"That's interesting." Yorks thought of what Chris said. [Although the road here is narrow and difficult to turn]
Yorks glanced at the window, which led to an office where there was a figure who might be a clerk or a teacher. He walked forward, stopped at the door of the office, and reached out to turn it.

The front door was closed and motionless, which meant a key was needed. But this did not bother York. He pulled the backpack in front of him and took out some very professional tools from it.

Two gadgets, referred to as a tension tool and a crowbar.

These two things are basic tools for picking locks.

Yorks expressionlessly inserted the tension tool into the keyhole, as if he was unlocking a lock with a key, and applied a slight rotational force to simulate the rotation of the key, causing the keyhole to rotate and get stuck.

Finally, insert the crowbar like a long snake, feel the situation inside one by one with your hands, and unlock it step by step by observing and feeling which sentinel nail is bound.

Finally, with a click, Yorks opened the door in no time.

Yorks slowly and methodically put away the two universal lock-picking tools, then opened the door, walked in, and closed the door casually.

What he saw at this moment was an ordinary office.

The area is even larger than the outer room.

But they are basically the same, with a window on the right, a bookshelf in the corner, and a desk in front of the window.

Extending from the desk is the drawing area, and next to it is a cabinet.

There are sundries on the cabinet.

After taking a quick glance, Yorks thought of the next sentence.

[But it is still the hotbed of my favorite author]
Then he saw an envelope on the desk, which was placed very clearly on the desk and could be seen at a glance.

York narrowed his eyes, took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, walked forward and picked up the envelope.

Turn the envelope over and the words that appear are clue two.

"What's going on with this feeling that someone is planning every step?"

York felt a little awkward and began to open the envelope in his hand. Just as Chris said, the first thing that came out was a card.

[Hey, handsome guy, let's pretend to be spies.

I'll be the lover and you'll be the spy.

Here we said our farewells and headed for the brown cottage.

We pretend to be handsome and doting husbands, sweet and affectionate wives]
Yorks closed the envelope expressionlessly. This passage gave him the feeling that it was not a conversation between a husband and wife, but between lovers.

Since when do real couples need to pretend?

Thinking of the clue one that Chris mentioned, Yorks roughly figured out what it was, because the two paragraphs were actually connected.

Thinking of this, Yorks began to search the office carefully to find more details.

Not long after, he found a suspicious lipstick among the pile of miscellaneous items on the cabinet and a neatly folded bra from the desk.

"So what does this mean?" Yorks looked at the large-cup bra in his right hand and the lipstick in his left hand.

"Is Jonathan cheating on his wife?" He thought of the photo of the missing person Sinovi.

According to the unremarkable airport, his assessment of Sinovi's cup count was probably only A.

The bra on her right hand was already pointing up towards D, something that Sinovi could not wear.

(End of this chapter)