Yan Shubing opened her mouth.
She wanted to tell Zhu Ping'an that Ye Qingxian hadn't been wearing it that day at all, but after thinking it over, she wisely kept quiet. Clearing things up would do her no good.
"Thank you, Ping'an Ge. I knew it—the person who loves me most in the world is you." Yan Shubing's eyes glistened with tears.
Kong Zhe, Yan Xier, and the others beside them were completely dumbfounded.
Wearing it didn't count as giving it? What kind of outrageous logic was that?
If Yan Shubing had said those words, they could have cursed her for having no shame. But they had come from Zhu Ping'an, leaving them utterly speechless.
Even Wei Dong's face twitched. No wonder Kong Zhe had insisted on bringing two female students to cure this kid's simp disease. He really was terminally ill.
At that moment, the look behind Kong Zhe's glasses turned even more resolute.
This scene had made it clear to him: dragging Zhu Ping'an back from the road of simping couldn't wait another second. It was time to play his trump card. He had to play his trump card!
Once all the new students from Green City who had signed up for Cangqiong Academy had gathered, Zhu Ping'an counted just over a hundred of them. For a city with such a large pool of candidates, that was actually very few.
But that made sense. Cangqiong Academy occupied an awkward position: it was the worst-ranked of the top Martial Arts Universities, too high for some and too low for others.
The students who wanted to attend Cangqiong Academy didn't rank highly enough, while the schools that accepted the top-ranked students looked down on Cangqiong Academy.
That was why recruiting students was so difficult for the academy.
A bus clad