Zhuang Xiyue raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, a trace of sarcastic amusent in the depths of her eyes: "Now that everyone’s finished talking, it’s my turn."
Ji Yunya lowered her eyes, appearing uninvolved, leisurely savoring the dishes.
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Everyone looked at Zhuang Xiyue.
Waiting to see what kind of twist she would bring.
"Yueyue, what do you want to say?"
"Third Aunt, you can’t let my big brother marry an illiterate woman, and one who is promiscuous at that...."
Zhuang Xiyue glared coldly at Yan Xing, curling her lips: "Your idioms are well learned, what did you score in your language exam?"
Yan Xing shrank her neck; Third Aunt was always amiable, she had never seen her so stern, causing Yan Xing to instinctively feel a bit scared.
"I scored 92 on the mid-term." Her tone was quite proud, as it was a decent score in class, placing her among the top few.
Zhuang Xiyue let out a cold laugh, her tone openly disdainful: "You dare flaunt such a lousy score in front of Yun Ya? She scored higher than you when she was three years old."
Yan Xing’s face froze, ng Shujing covered her mouth with a laugh: "Yueyue, I know you like this child, but that’s too exaggerated. We’re not talking about Miss Ji like this; it’s not ancient tis where a woman’s ignorance is a virtue. Which girl hasn’t gone to school these days? Even if she hasn’t earned a college diploma, at least she should get a vocational certificate. Nowadays, without a diploma, she can only be a waitress or move bricks at a construction site. Of course, I’m not talking about Miss Ji, given her ancestral inheritance, she could squander it for several lifetis, but eventually, money runs out, and what would be left then?"
"Enough." Zhuang Xiyue turned to Dongfang Yi: "Where does Miss Dongfang go to school?"
Dongfang Yi smiled, but before she could answer, Jiang Hanbi replied for her: "Miss Dongfang was admitted to the School of New dia at Capital City University as the seventh in the city, is the vice-chairman of the student council and has received full scholarships every year. It’s said that the school is about to sponsor her to study in the United States."
Ji Yunya curled her lips: "Which prestigious school did Miss Dongfang choose?"
Dongfang Yi frowned slightly, "It hasn’t been decided yet."
Ji Yunya leisurely picked a slice of lotus root with her chopsticks, gently biting it, making a crisp sound.
"The Journalism School at the University of Missouri is the oldest journalism school in the U.S., hailed as the cradle of Arican journalists. The ’Missouri thod’ should be familiar to you journalism students for its advantages in traditional print dia journalism. Additionally, though the College of Journalism and Communications at the University of Florida is a late bloor, its scale in journalism undergraduate education is the second largest in the U.S., though it leans toward political reporting. The University of Wisconsin-Madison is also quite good, with its founder Braille known as the ’Father of Arican Journalism Education’. These schools standout in professional rankings among journalism schools in Arica, Miss Dongfang can take her ti to consider."
Ji Yunya was intimately familiar with these prestigious schools, and Dongfang Yi, as a student in this field, naturally knew them well, but how did Ji Yunya know...
Yan Hua laughed: "Yunya went abroad when she was five and has stayed in the U.S. for ten years. If you’re going to study in the U.S., you can certainly gain so insights from Yun Ya; I’m sure Yun Ya will be generous in sharing."
"So just because you’ve been to the U.S., you think you’re special? As if others can’t afford to go abroad. If you can toss out a degree and spout a couple encyclopedia entries, suddenly you think you’re all that." Yan Xing said with a sarcastic tone.
"Xingxing, you shouldn’t talk like that. Miss Ji is only eighteen, at most a high school graduate, you’re making things difficult." ng Junci tugged at Yan Xing, despite his whispering, his words reached many ears.
"High school graduate? Didn’t she say she hadn’t planned on attending school? Well, she’s a rich second generation, so money flows even without an education. We can only be envious."
Listening to all these critical remarks, Zhuang Xiyue coldly scanned the crowd: "Do you know why Yun Ya isn’t attending school?"
Yan Xing curled her lips: "Lying around with plenty of money and no one to compete for the family estate—what’s the point of schooling? Hah."
Zhuang Xiyue smiled wryly and said: "Because Yun Ya has already obtained a diploma, would it be interesting to go back and redo it?"
"Middle school or high school diploma?" Yan Xing subconsciously asked, her tone sowhat sarcastic.
Zhuang Xiyue said with a smile: "University diploma."
Yan Xing froze: "University? She graduated from university at eighteen? Who are you trying to fool?"
Yan Hua was surprised: "Which university did Yun Ya graduate from? Why haven’t I heard about it?"
Zhuang Xiyue smiled and glanced at Yun Ya: "This child is modest, not one to show off."
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