As Jun Yexuan’s shadow and his closest family, Mu Jinghang knew that Jun Yexuan had misread the situation many times.
But this time, it looked like Jun Yexuan was serious.
He thought about it, then tugged at Jun Yexuan’s arm, “Third brother, you need to slow down. Based on Qingqing’s attitude towards you, I don’t think it’s time for you to take that step yet.”
Jun Yexuan took away his cellphone and glared at him blandly, “You think I need you to remind me of that?”
Mu Jinghang was taken aback and decided to stop discussing this further.
He changed the subject, “Are you going to contact Qi Yusen or should I?”
Jun Yexuan, “Why contact him?”
Mu Jinghang, “...”
After a moment of speechlessness, he finally answered, “Bro, you were so busy reading that useless thread you didn’t hear my conversation with auntie?”
Jun Yexuan replied, “There is no other person better fitted for the job?”
So he heard the conversation.
“Others who meet the criteria don’t have as high of a status as him. You don’t want a bright future for Qingqing?”
Jun Yexuan pursued his lips.
Looking at him, Mu Jinghang thought of something and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “My brother, could it be that you are afraid Qi Yusen would also fall for Qingqing?”
Jun Yexuan’s face turned dark.
“I mean, that is possible. There are three men this nation’s women view as gods. Both you and Feng Heng have both succumbed. It’s not impossible for brother Qi to do the same.”
“Plus, compared to how unsettled and uncool you’ve been acting, brother Qi’s collected and mature demeanor is way more attractive.”
Jun Yexuan glared at him aggressively.
Mu Jinghang couldn’t help but gulp, “Brother, have I said something wrong? Don’t look at me like that. I’m wrong. Brother Qi is a cold man. There’s no way he’d like a woman like Qingqing. Or else it’d be like two icebergs clashing. No grass could grow within 10 miles.”
Jun Yexuan’s face finally warmed up a little.
Mu Jinghang patted his own chest. To be in a king’s company was no different than being the companion of a tiger.
*
The anxiety-inducing entrance exam ended after two days. The last exam was English. Qiao Qing left the exam center calmly while she listened to other people’s cries and groans.
“Sister, how did you do?” Qiao Nian sat near her and when she saw Qiao Qing leave, she walked up and asked.
Qiao Qing frowned in secret, ignored her, and went to the stairs.
Qiao Nian’s face froze for a bit. Only after she glanced around and saw that nobody was around, did she sigh in relief.
She thought about Qiao Qing’s depressing looking face and couldn’t help but grin. So it looked like it didn’t go well.
Originally, she thought she may have bombed some questions. But after what she observed, she no longer worried.
Qiao Qing was completely unaware of how Qiao Nian had misinterpreted the exasperated look on her face. As she walked, her eyes were suddenly covered up by someone’s hands, “Guess who?”
Qiao Qing answered, “Luo Chen, don’t joke around.”
Luo Chen took away his hands and chuckled as he walked alongside her, “How did you do?”
Qiao Qing nodded, “It went alright.”
“Yeah, I thought it was just alright too.” Luo Chen said, “I heard everyone say that this exam was just as hard as the all-round exam we had. But I was able to answer a lot more problems than before. It was all thanks to you tutoring me every day!’
A rare smile appeared on Qiao Qing’s face.
As the two walked, a familiar voice arrived, “Qingqing, Luo Chen, come here you two!”
Luo Chen heard the voice and walked over; he dragged Qiao Qing along to, “Brother Yang, you’re still around?”
“Shut your unlucky trap! I’m only 40, of course, I’m still around!” Yang Lianfeng responded with an angry face.
Luo Chen scratched his head, “Brother Yang, You know that’s not what I meant. I meant you’re still at school? I thought all the teachers needed to supervise the exam.”
“I can’t be here and wait for you?” Yang Lianfeng rolled his eyes then looked over to Qiao Qing...