Ming Zhirou pursed her lips and shook her head, "Third Brother, don't speak about my sister like that. She didn't do it on purpose."
However, her lowered eyelids concealed the gloom in her eyes.
That's right.
What belonged to her would definitely be hers!
Even if Ming Zheng wanted to snatch it.
In the end, it would still return to her hands.
She was the victor!
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The Ming family followed the dean of students to the principal's office.
The door was open.
Upon entering, they saw a tall and straight figure in the European palace-style decorated room, standing with his back to them by the floor-to-ceiling window.
The person was at least one meter eighty-five tall, wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and black trousers.
With one hand in his pocket, he exuded an aura of unapproachability.
Upon hearing the knock.
The person slowly turned around, revealing a young and handsome face.
Dark hair, fair complexion, with a drop of blood-red tear mole at the corner of his eye.
When his eyebrows tilted, a soul-stirring evil charm and seductiveness flowed through them.
Just one glance.
It was stunning enough to captivate the heart.
Ming Zhirou was dumbfounded.
The sons of the Ming family had all perfectly inherited the strengths of Ming Chenmu and An Youran. Having grown up by her brothers' side, she had seen all kinds of handsome men.
But the person before her.
Still managed to stun her heart.
"The... Dean of the Imperial Capital?" Father Ming hesitated slightly.
It was truly because the man before him was too young.
He looked no older than twenty-five at most.
"What? I don't look like one?" Mo Qiyu slowly rested his hand on the back of the office chair, revealing a golden thumb ring on his slender finger.
Above the thumb ring, an extremely complex totem was etched.
That was the symbolic thumb ring of the Dean of the Imperial Capital Academy!
Ming Chenmu's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he, who had been in the business world for decades, had met all sorts of people, and even sat at the same table with high-ranking officials without being intimidated by their aura, felt a sense of urgency.
In front of this young Dean of the Imperial Capital.
He actually felt a sense of pressure.
This Dean of the Imperial Capital... was not simple.
Ming Chenmu composed himself, cleared his throat, and said, "Dean of the Imperial Capital, we are here today with a presumptuous request, and it is truly because..."
"Old Xiao," Mo Qiyu suddenly spoke, interrupting Ming Chenmu.
The dean of students quickly responded.
Mo Qiyu glanced at the silver watch on his wrist, his brows slightly raised, "It seems it's almost time for the assessment of the students in Class Huang's competition."
The dean of students, with a head full of question marks, nodded blankly in agreement with his dean.
You are the dean.
Whatever you say, goes.
Mo Qiyu curved his lips, looked up at the Ming family, "What an unfortunate coincidence."
"It's fine!" Ming Zhirou quickly stepped forward, her beautiful eyes holding a shy and sweet smile as she looked at him, "We can talk as we walk, which will also save the Dean's time from having to receive us again."
She was someone about to enter the Imperial Capital Academy!
If their family now followed behind the dean and even went to observe the competition of the students in Class Huang.
Everyone in the academy would know... that she, Ming Zhirou, was highly valued by the Dean of the Imperial Capital Academy!
Ming Zhirou's eyes were full of excitement, completely ignoring the fleeting slyness in Mo Qiyu's eyes.
And so.
Mo Qiyu led the entire Ming family to the competition venue for Class Huang.
The competition venue was not only for students of Class Huang.
There were also many students from other classes who had come to observe and learn, or to cheer for their idols.
Upon arrival.
The entire venue had at least two to three thousand people.
Class Huang was the class that Ming Xiujin attended.
As soon as Ming Xiujin arrived.
Some classmates greeted him.
Naturally, the conversation turned to Ming Zhirou.
Ming Zhirou was Ming Xiujin's pride.
He glanced at Ming Zhirou, who was standing beside Mo Qiyu, smiling sweetly and talking to him, and smiled with immense pride, "That's my sister, and she'll be our schoolmate soon."
"Your Ming family is truly impressive! One genius, Ming Chuyan, frequently makes the headlines of our Imperial Capital Academy; you've also entered the Imperial Capital Academy; and now your sister has also been admitted!"
"Your whole family are freaks!"
Ming Xiujin smiled modestly.
The praise made Father and Mother Ming also reveal smiles on their faces.
However...
At this moment, the aloof Mo Qiyu casually raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hmm? Miss Ming has been admitted to the Imperial Capital?"
As the Dean of the Imperial Capital, his words.
Instantly silenced thousands of people in the entire competition venue.
All eyes turned towards them.
The smiles on the Ming family's faces froze slightly, and they quickly forced smiles and said, "Dean, we are here today precisely for our Rou'er's admission."
"Dean is busy with state affairs and may not be aware, but Rou'er has already received an admission letter from the Imperial Capital Academy."
Mo Qiyu raised an eyebrow and curved his lips.
It was laughable, but his eyes showed no amusement. "Although I am indeed busy with state affairs, ... every batch of students admitted to the Imperial Capital Academy is personally approved by me, and all admission letters are personally written with the names of the admitted students."
His expression became somewhat intriguing. "How come I don't remember Miss Ming Zhirou's name among the newly admitted students in this batch?"
The smiles on the Ming family's faces instantly became stiff.
Father Ming's face even showed a hint of angry embarrassment.
They all ignored the emphasis Mo Qiyu deliberately placed on the name "Ming Zhirou."
Father Ming, suppressing his anger, took a deep breath, "Dean, that notification letter was indeed sent from the Imperial Capital Academy to the Ming family."
"Where is the notification letter? Show it to me," Mo Qiyu spread his palm towards Father Ming, his eyebrows raised, with a hint of mockery.
Father Ming's expression gradually darkened.
His stern eyes flickered with a chilling coldness.
He was, after all, an old hand who had been in the business world for many years. How could he not sense that this Dean of the Imperial Capital Academy... clearly harbored an inexplicable hostility towards their Ming family!
But... where did this hostility stem from?
"There's no notification letter..." Mo Qiyu clicked his tongue, his tone laced with suppressed laughter, "Chairman Ming is really good at joking to ease the tense atmosphere of the Class Huang competition."
This so-called "step down" was more unbearable than having no step down at all!
Ming Zhirou's face turned red at that moment, and her eyes also turned red.
Ming Xiujin felt heartache and was both angry and annoyed. He put his arm around Ming Zhirou's shoulder and gritted his teeth, "The notification letter was torn up by a bitch who was jealous of Rou'er! We are here today to ask the Dean to issue a new notification letter for Rou'er!"
He said it with such righteous indignation.
And Mo Qiyu's eyes, upon hearing the word "bitch," instantly became dark and sinister.
His tone turned cold, "Was it torn up, or do you want to frame the Imperial Capital Academy... I don't need to say it more directly, do I?"