Soft Rice Nan—that was probably the first impression Nan Fusheng now left on those Inner Courtyard disciples.
Fors smiled faintly. "We'll be graduating soon anyway, won't we? Besides, after what I said, Fusheng's image among the girls has been thoroughly dragged down.
That way, we won't have to worry about anyone else choosing him, right? After all, if any powerful senior sisters without partners suddenly got the idea to choose Fusheng, that would be quite a headache for us too, wouldn't it?"
Hearing Fors's words, Xu Xiaoyan froze slightly. She had not expected Fors to have such a consideration, and it actually seemed rather reasonable.
Seeing Xu Xiaoyan thoroughly bewildered by her words, Fors's smile deepened. Of course, she did not have such complicated thoughts. She simply wanted to give Nan Fusheng a hard time.
They would be leaving Shrek Academy soon anyway. What was wrong with teasing Nan Fusheng a little?
Lan Muzi continued, "Ahem, next, contestant number two, please come forward."
He truly did not know what to say about Nan Fusheng. Although the opening scene had indeed been beautiful, after Fors's remarks, Lan Muzi was certain that this junior's future life in the Inner Courtyard would probably not be peaceful.
There was no helping it. The Matchmaking Convention had to continue, so he could only quickly avoid the subject and have the next contestant take the stage.
However, contestant number two did not have Nan Fusheng's methods. Although he was a Five-Ring Soul King and used every trick at his disposal, he still failed to remove a bamboo hat from the girls' side.
That immediately made the male students realize something: this Matchmaking Convention did not seem as wonderful as they had imagined. Although there were fewer girls, their average strength appeared to be considerably higher than