In the end, Yue Qingqing chose Minghua University.
"I’m sorry, I..." Yue Qingqing’s face turned red, and under a bunch of watchful eyes, she decided to tell the truth, "My boyfriend is at Minghua University."
So they were a couple of academic stars?
The other teachers had nothing to say.
Better to dismantle a temple than to ruin a marriage.
They couldn’t exactly break up the lovebirds, right?
Only Beiping University, Minghua’s long-time rival, was still struggling to get a win.
"I heard your sister is at our school, why not reconsider?" She played her trump card, "Minghua is full of tech nerds. The boys at our school are more cultured, refined, and understand girls better."
"The world is big and you’re beautiful, why not look around and explore other options?"
No wonder Beiping University is a top liberal arts school; their teachers sure know how to talk.
Annoyed, the Minghua University recruiter muttered under his breath, "If we’re tech nerds, then your school’s guys are just jerks, spreading their legs like a centipede."
"Heh, and about your student from the last batch..."
Seeing that the two schools were about to start quarreling again, Yue Qingqing quickly stepped in to mediate.
"I’ve made my decision, and I’m not going to change it."
Besides the teachers from Minghua University, the others had no choice but to leave, silently cursing Minghua University’s handsome charm offensive.
Following custom, her family went to Lingguang No.1 Middle School to host a teacher appreciation banquet.
Yue Jiannan couldn’t help reminiscing about his own youthful days brimming with spirit.
His children had surpassed him, each one better than the last.
But Yue Jiannan didn’t feel the least bit inferior; instead, he felt proud for having set a good example back then.
In this way, he was a trailblazer.
Not to mention Yue Xingxing and Yue Qingqing, even the underdog Yue Xiaohu managed to scrape by and pass the entrance exams.
Just barely passed, scoring one point above the minimum cutoff.
But sometimes luck plays out like that—one point more is a waste, one point less and you’re out.
Yue Xiaohu’s teacher appreciation banquet had already been held in Zhuancheng.
But a few teachers said they had done little, and were more interested in Yue Xingxing.
They even wanted to ask Yue Xingxing, who had almost hand-taught Yue Xiaohu, for study tips.
Compared to the teachers’ awkwardness at Yue Xiaohu’s banquet, everyone was having a great time at Yue Qingqing’s.
Several teachers showered Yue Qingqing with praise, almost as if they wanted to adopt her on the spot.
Yue Qingqing blushed at their words and made an excuse to leave the room to catch her breath.
Just as she stepped out, the neighboring room’s door also opened.
A man came out, cursing under his breath.
"Got divorced and still acts like a rich girl, asking for a villa and a car. Your price is higher than pork; even a key maker would ask—’Are you worth it?’"
Yue Qingqing felt awkward and turned to leave.
But a familiar voice came from inside the room.
"Get lost, who do you think you are?"
Yue Qingqing hadn’t heard from her in a long time.
The last she heard was about her wedding—it had been a while.
The man stood by the door and cursed a few more times.
Zhou Xitong came out holding a glass of wine and splashed it in the man’s face.
"You toad, thinking you can eat swan meat. I wouldn’t have even looked at you before."
"Then why come to the date? On one hand, you put yourself on a pedestal, and when the price isn’t right, you lash out. On the other hand, you act so self-righteous. Great job with the pretense."
Zhou Xitong, enraged, almost grabbed the whole bottle to throw at the man’s face.
The man spit and turned to leave, but accidentally bumped into Yue Qingqing.
Seeing her face, the man’s eyes lit up.
"I’m sorry, did I hurt you?"
Yue Qingqing frowned and was about to speak when Zhou Xitong, hearing the commotion, rushed out. Seeing Yue Qingqing, she froze briefly and then raised her voice.
"Looking to find someone for sale? Try her, she’s much cheaper."