Rooftop of the Royal Academy’s teaching building.
Ao Xinghao and others had arranged to et with Lan Yingjun.
Lan Yingjun was a bit impatient: "What do you want? Isn’t sneaking into the competition team enough? Now you want to waste my ti. Do you know how busy my company is!"
Ao Xinghao squinted his eyes: "Since you’re so busy, you shouldn’t participate in the competition, Mr. Lan."
Lan Yingjun’s eyes flickered.
That won’t do.
Participating in the national dicine competition and serving as the team leader is greatly beneficial to his reputation.
His company is at a critical stage of revival. It was no easy feat for Qin Wenrou to bring in an investnt of a full ten million, using resources from the President Mansion. He must seize this chance.
"Serving as the leader was the school’s decision, not my personal will. What exactly do you want to say? Hurry up and speak." He said with an air of self-righteousness.
Ao Xinghao secretly looked down on Lan Yingjun, feeling that Qin Xin’s evaluation of "a petty man, not a gentleman" was spot on.
Hu Yi: "The team has six mbers, with one being a substitute who can’t play. You know that, right?"
Lan Yingjun was wary: "Of course. As captain, I’ll handle it."
Could these guys be here to ask him to make sure they play?
He knew all about the family backgrounds of these people; they all ca from remarkable families.
The Ao Family is academic, the Hu Family is protected by the top-tier Si Family, and as for the Huo Family... there’s also new movent in the capital market lately.
If they were asking him to let them play, he might as well grant them the favor.
Just as he was thinking, Huo Zhen solemnly said, "For the substitute, we insist you choose from the three of us."
Hu Yi: "Yeah, feel free to pick any one of us, it doesn’t matter."
Ao Xinghao, not wanting to waste words, directly exposed the real intent: "Sister Xin must play. I’ll be the substitute."
Lan Yingjun’s pupils constricted.
Never would he have thought that these male students, each with extraordinary family backgrounds, would actually be standing up for Lan Qingxin.
Moreover, they sacrificed their own opportunity to be in the spotlight, paving the way for Lan Qingxin.
And rembering that Lan Qingxin’s ability to compete was largely due to Qin Xin’s personal introduction to the principal...
The ugly duckling, what did she do to deserve such resources revolving around her?
Lan Yingjun hesitated for a few seconds, only to find the three boys already impatiently advancing toward him, cornering him against the parapet.
This is the rooftop of the teaching building; if they kept forcing him, he’d fall off.
Lan Yingjun’s heart pounded, countless thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn’t suffer a loss here, so he quickly said, "Let her play, right? I got it, I’ll handle it."
Only then did the three release him: "Rember your promise."
As the three achieved their purpose and left, Lan Yingjun exhaled a breath of relief.
Yet inside, he gradually beca indignant.
He’s the senior, the team captain, what should he fear?
His company already has the backing of the President Mansion, what should he fear?
==
Nalan Group.
"Young Master, the little miss is participating in the national dicine competition’s written test today. Do you think we should... send her so encouragent, like flowers or chocolates?"
Lu Yi cautiously suggested.
Based on experience, he knew Nalan Ye Jue would definitely not attend an event where the little miss was present.
So, he was only suggesting sending so rewards.
The last ti the Young Master visited Miss Qin, he sent flowers and chocolates.
Encouraging his own sister, the standard can’t be too low, right?
Who knew.
After making his reasonable suggestion, all he got was a cold stare from Nalan Ye Jue: "It’s unnecessary."
Unnecessary?
Lu Yi lit a candle in his heart for Lan Qingxin.
Alas, in the Young Master’s heart, you really don’t have a place, little miss.
==
Outside the small auditorium of the Imperial Royal Academy, the crowd was massive.
They were all students from other schools cheering for their competition teams, holding their school flags like fan groups.
The competition hadn’t started yet.
Suddenly, a fleet of uniform black cars drove into the Royal Academy, heading straight for the small auditorium!
Their overwhelming aura caused all the students to instinctively lower their school flags. [Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Countdown to explosive updates, four days]
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