As a special school, the Noble Academy receives national funding every year.
Some private enterprises sponsor scholarships annually to build their reputation and leave a good impression on the students.
The students here are basically the cream of the crop. To these entrepreneurs, if they can snag even one, it’s like their ancestors’ graves are smoking with good fortune.
These students either have early reservations from research teams or have made promises to top-tier companies.
Even if they truly have nowhere to go, the higher-ups in the government will arrange a suitable military position for them.
Almost none of them end up on the open market.
Hearing Mu Wannuo’s explanation, Ning Chuxue suddenly understood. That confusion vanished into thin air.
Entering the campus, Mu Wannuo found a good spot to park.
The identity she had set up for Ning Chuxue was a transfer student, so there were still procedures to go through.
But Mu Wannuo had already taken care of all the troublesome parts in advance. What remained was just a small problem of having Ning Chuxue show her face to resolve it.
Ning Chuxue lightly got out of the car and walked over to Mu Wannuo.
“Sister Mu Wan, where are we going next?”
Looking at the silly, naive little loli, Mu Wannuo’s icy face squeezed out a smile.
She took Ning Chuxue’s hand, her tone much gentler than usual: “We’ll go to Director Zhang’s office first to stamp the enrollment.”
“Okay.”
Ning Chuxue was in a good mood too. After staying home for a month, she finally got to go out and stretch her legs.
She followed Mu Wannuo’s steps along the cement path.
A few scattered trees flanked both sides. Straight ahead stood a statue of the school’s founder.
After turning a few corners, they arrived at an office building.
“Stay close to me. Don’t get lost.”
Mu Wannuo couldn’t let go of her worry, so she tightened her grip on Ning Chuxue’s hand a little.
“Sister Mu Wan worries way too much!” Ning Chuxue was being squeezed painfully, her tone carrying a note of complaint.
Mu Wannuo said nothing. She pulled Ning Chuxue inside.
One tall, one small, holding hands—the scene was too beautiful. Along the way, it drew many turning heads, accompanied by murmurs.
“Sister Mu Wan…” The stares from all sides made Ning Chuxue’s skin crawl. She shrank back, carefully clutching Mu Wannuo to give herself some sense of security.
Feeling the slight movement in her palm, Mu Wannuo could guess the little one behind her was nervous.
She pulled Ning Chuxue behind her and comforted her: “Don’t be afraid. Don’t mind these people.”
“Mm…”
Ning Chuxue let out a weak “Mm,” pressing tight against Mu Wannuo’s back.
She felt that her personality was being completely influenced by this body.
Both her temperament and her subconscious actions.
The two of them moved forward pressed together. The surrounding gazes didn’t disappear; if anything, they increased.
Just as they were within arm’s reach of the elevator, a young man blocked their path.
The man wore a suit and held a letter in his hand, his demeanor oozing confidence.
This stranger who suddenly popped up made Mu Wannuo puzzled. She didn’t recognize this male student.
But Mu Wannuo could tell he was a student, despite the suit.
Just as Mu Wannuo was about to ask, the male student extended the envelope under the crowd’s watchful eyes.
“Teacher Mu, please accept this.”
Mu Wannuo’s confusion deepened. She didn’t take it immediately: “Student, what are you doing?”
Compared to the slightly doting expression she wore when facing Ning Chuxue, there was not a trace of tenderness on her face now.
This sudden spectacle piqued the interest of those around, and they began talking among themselves.
“Who’s that guy? Is he crazy?”
“He’s Qian Sheng, Professor Qian Yuan’s son. He transferred here the day before yesterday. It just so happened that Teacher Mu wasn’t at school these past few days.”
“Qian Sheng? I think I’ve heard of him. He looks down on everyone because of his family background.”
“But blocking the way in public? That’s too rude.”
“Like father, like son. If his dad hadn’t pushed so hard, he wouldn’t even qualify to set foot in here now.”
“Tsk, a crooked beam begets a crooked rafter.”
“Let’s watch the show. He’s just a thug who hit a high branch but whose mindset is still stuck in ancient times.”
It was almost dinner time, and more and more students gathered to watch the commotion.
Their quiet whispers had also turned into loud, deliberate discussions.
The words reached Ning Chuxue’s ears, making her feel intensely uncomfortable.
With so many onlookers, this phenomenon wasn’t surprising.
Mu Wannuo was the youngest lecturer, with a vast future ahead of her.
She held a very high reputation at the school, earning the title of Ice Goddess.
Plus, she rarely showed herself in public. The only real places to see her were in the classroom.
Not to mention that by her side was a little loli who looked and acted completely opposite to her but was just as charming.
Before that reckless Qian Sheng stepped forward, no one dared to greet them because of Mu Wannuo’s “keep away” aura.
But Qian Sheng didn’t care about that.
In his eyes, the person before him was just an unknown little teacher—the type who would fall into line if given a few small favors.
The man then glanced at Ning Chuxue hiding behind Mu Wannuo, his eyes brimming with undisguised desire.
To coax both of these plump morsels into his hands, he had just asked his underlings for their names.
That’s why, even though he didn’t know Mu Wannuo, he could address her as “Teacher Mu.”
Facing Mu Wannuo, who still hadn’t taken the envelope, and instead asked about his purpose, he contemptuously pulled the envelope back.
“Can’t you tell? Then let me say it straight: I want you to be my girlfriend.”
As soon as he said that, the whole crowd erupted. Everyone was eager to see the end of this Little Young Master.
Mu Wannuo had been confessed to before, but they were all rejected. She didn’t even give them any alone time.
Under the gaze of the entire audience, Mu Wannuo furrowed her brow.
Someone wanted to stop this conflict, but the old man standing in front blocked her.
The old man shook his head, leisurely lifted his thermos, and took a sip.
“Watch. It’s fine.”
The girl who had wanted to rush out saw this elder, and her impulsive energy subsided. “Professor Hu…”
Professor Hu nodded.
The girl then stepped back and stopped interfering.
“Sorry, I’m not interested.” Upon learning the reason for this male student’s arrival, Mu Wannuo didn’t spare him a glance and walked around him.
A professor’s brat—Mu Wannuo couldn’t be bothered to give him another look.
“What did you say!?” Qian Sheng stared incredulously at Mu Wannuo’s and Ning Chuxue’s retreating backs.
He, Qian Sheng!
The son of Professor Qian Yuan. For him to take an interest in a mere lecturer should have been her honor, but she had dismissed him?
Mocking gazes came from all sides, stinging him deeply.
He blamed every bit of that ridicule on Mu Wannuo.
“Mu Wannuo, right? You’d better come back and apologize to me while you still can. Don’t think I won’t make your life hell!” He roared.
Just a lecturer—how dare she refuse him in public?
Backed by his professor father, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
How many girls wanted to marry him?
But Qian Sheng forgot one thing: this was a Noble Academy.
A place where dragons and phoenixes emerge, a battleground of tigers.
This wasn’t the closed-off little circle where Qian Sheng used to do whatever he pleased.
Qian Sheng glared at Mu Wannuo’s back.
Then he turned his gaze to Ning Chuxue by Mu Wannuo’s side. A dangerous idea took shape.
Faced with the undisguised taunts from the crowd, the corner of Qian Sheng’s mouth twisted into a manic curve: “Heh… Can’t deal with you? Then I’ll start with the little one…”