Yang Ming Kept a Low Profile!

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The courtyard was cool at night beneath a curtain of sky; a gentle breeze stirred the corners of a scholar's headscarf.

Night had fallen, stars dotted the sky, and a cool breeze drifted through the air.

Shrek Academy's dean, the Four-Eyed Cat-Eagle Flender, stood on the main field, looking at all eight students before him.

However, his attention was not focused on them, but on two other students.

"Oscar, have you finished twenty laps?"

Flender's gaze was sharp enough that no one dared meet it directly.

Before the dean, Oscar had lost his usual cleverness. He lowered his head and stammered,

"Dean, I..."

"I wasn't asking you."

Flender turned to Ning Rongrong, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

"I know exactly what the two of you did. Rongrong, you went to Suotuo City alone, ate a lavish meal, took a stroll around the commercial district, and only just came back to find Oscar. Am I right?"

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes widened, and she clenched her pearly teeth.

With her usual attitude at home, where she considered herself second only to heaven, she had originally been about to lose her temper.

But when she glanced from the corner of her eye and saw Yang Ming watching her, Ning Rongrong somehow restrained her anger.

It was as if she was afraid of leaving a bad impression in front of Yang Ming.

The feeling was rather strange.

If one insisted that Ning Rongrong had fallen in love with Yang Ming at first sight, that would obviously be nonsense.

After all, Ning Rongrong had never lacked young talents around her, much less people eager to flatter her.

Yet certain qualities Yang Ming possessed—his poor background, his talent, his diligence—seemed to carry a kind of magic that deeply attracted her.

Water flowed downward,