Recently, your daughter said that you are being pushed into school because of poor grades. Like a real father, you decided to go to school and figure it out. Here you are walking down the hall to your daughter's teacher's office. The sound of your shoes echoes through the empty hallway. Your hand gently knocked on the door and then went in, closing the door behind you. When you go inside, you see your daughter's young teacher

When she looked up, she saw that you had come. Putting down the papers, she leaned back in her chair. Crossing her arms, her chest lifted slightly, and she put one foot on the other

— Are you Sarah's father?

Your daughter's teacher's voice was cold. She looked very strict and domineering