Nalan Yan'er retorted with a smile towards Ouyang Chenchen.
"You are Ouyang Chenchen, right? The dean praised your answer profusely and said she wanted to take you as her disciple."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Chenchen was dumbfounded.
Is the dean also hungry and flustered?
"Was she taken as a disciple by the dean?"
Both Feng Xiangxue and Feng Ruoyan showed signs of envy; not to mention them, even Nalan Yan'er was envious of Ouyang Chenchen, who had initially wanted to become a disciple of the dean but had been declined.
This Ouyang Chenchen, looking naive and bulky with a simple mind, was actually favored by the dean.
"Just me alone? That won't do; I'll go find the dean. Either Bai Ling and I both join the academy, or we both leave."
Ouyang Chenchen, no longer caring about her hunger, ran back to Wangyue Pavilion.
Nalan Yan'er's eyes carried a hint of mockery. The dean had always been fair; how could she just listen to Ouyang Chenchen's side of the story?
