After regaining his appearance, Qian Ye became more handsome, attracting many people’s attention.
Feeling the envious sights around him, Qian Ye had a feeling of exaltation upon fulfillment.
Yin Rouxin looked at Qianye’s face with a complicated emotion. It was him. Although she had been skeptical, but now the guess in her heart was confirmed, Yin Rouxin still felt a little shocked, however.
Thinking of Qian Ye, Yin Rouxin felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart. The entanglement of resentment, regret, sadness, and hatred made Yin Rouxin felt over-whelmed.
“Sister Yin, that person is a bit like your ex-fiancéé!”
“That’s Tang Qianye, the ex-fiancéé of sister Yin. I’ve seen him before, he was not as handsome as he is now.”
“Haven’t him been banished?”
“Sneaked back. He is a level-8 disciple of Tianhe’s headmaster. Different now.”
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There were too many geniuses present. Although some people were curious about the identity of Qian Ye, not many people paid too much attention.
The headmaster from all major colleges were flying in the air, having an elegant bearing.
Dong Yue was dressed in a moon-white imperial costume. Her snow-white skin and cloud-like smooth hair made her extremely beautiful.
With the thin headmaster of Xingchen on her left side and the fat Tianhe headmaster on her right, the scene looked a bit in discord.
“That’s the headmaster of Mingyue College?” Mo Fei looked at the beauty among the headmasters with curiosity.
“She’s so beautiful!” Mo Yi exclaimed. If he didn’t know Dong Yue’s age, Mo Yi would take her as a 17-or-18-year-old girl.
“I heard, the weapon that headmaster Dong is best at is the flying needle. The fat headmaster and the thin headmaster have both been pierced their butt by her needles, so both of them are afraid of her.” Qian Ye hummed and laughed.
“Really? This woman is really amazing! But a capable woman like her is destined to be unable to marry.” Mo Fei’s tone was full of pity.
“That’s not necessarily true.” Zheng Xuan said disapprovingly.
“It’s a tragedy on earth for such a beautiful woman being caught between the two frustrating men,” Mo Fei shook his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the three who he gossiped about all set their eyes on him.
Dong Yue looked at the fat headmaster with a flowery smile, “Fatty, I didn’t expect you’re such a lucky bastard. You really have some good disciples!”
The fat headmaster looked disapprovingly. “Am I counting solely on luck? It’s my own charisma that attracted these talents,” he said smugly.
The Bamboo Pole smiled gloomily, “Don’t take her praise seriously. Those talents didn’t even know who you are when they signed up for the college. Your charm hasn’t been used yet.”
The fat headmaster stared fiercely at the thin Bamboo Pole, “How do know about this? You shameless old man, thinking about cutting the ground from under my feet all day, shameless bastard.”
The Bamboo Pole looked at the fat headmaster coldly, “Men struggle upwards. It’s an instinct. I just can’t bear to watch you ruin good seedlings and mislead them.”
The fat headmaster looked at him angrily, “Ruin the good seedlings? How?”
The thin man snorted softly, “I saw gold dimmed in your hands. You teaching sucks and harms the youth.”
The fat headmaster was furious, “Many of my disciples have amounted to something.”
The Bamboo Pole sneered, “If those good-for-nothings count, that’s a lot.”
“Damn you! Wanna a fight, huh?” The fat headmaster was in rage.
“Come on! I’ve tolerated you for a long time,” the headmaster from Xingchen wasn’t resigned to playing second fiddle.
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