Qin Siyang's face still showed grief and indignation.
He ignored Zhao Longfei's overtures.
Inside, however, he understood everything perfectly.
Zhao Longfei knew when to bend and when to stand tall. In that respect, he was quite like Qin Siyang himself.
Beside them, Li Tianming clutched his hand in pain, glanced at the two of them, and snorted in contempt.
Two shameless bastards.
Zhang Kuang scratched his bird's-nest hair and gave Zhao Longfei and Qin Siyang a disdainful look as well.
Another glance at Li Tianming's bloodstained palm sent a chill through him.
He had a nagging feeling he had fallen in with a bunch of crooks.
Zhao Longfei gave an honest-looking smile. "Xiao Qin, I think a student like you, who contributes to the university, deserves special privileges with more relaxed conditions."
Qin Siyang folded his arms across his chest. "Principal Zhao, how much more relaxed?"
Looking at Qin Siyang's insufferable expression, Zhao Longfei wanted to slap him flat.
But Qin Siyang held a say over the Vine Heart and an original stake in the Crimson Crystal, so Zhao Longfei could only bow his head.
Making money was nothing to be ashamed of.
Besides, this was hardly the first time he, a university president, had stooped to shameless bootlicking to raise funds.
He rubbed his bald head and chuckled again. "Xiao Qin, I think talent like yours needs to be properly protected. We shouldn't keep demanding that you go out and hunt gods."
"So, for your privilege of creating privileges, I think revoking it unless you rank first in your year in both god-hunting points and research points is far too harsh!"
"We could relax that to the top three in your year. What do you think?"
Top three?
The top student at a university could often be some freak.