Then Li Piaoqing pressed his forehead and pushed him away. "Shoo, shoo, stop making trouble."
The girl then sat beside him, tilting her head to look at him.
"What is it?"
"You really are amazing."
"Hehe."
The girl smiled too, then turned toward the literary gathering. Her smile faded, but her tone remained relaxed. "It'll be Shang Huaitong's turn soon, won't it?"
Yes, Lord Sui had repeatedly stressed that this was merely a little diversion to test their states of mind. Its greatest purpose was simply to let him get to know everyone along the way and form an impression.
But wherever there were ranks, there would be comparisons, and two hundred people from the literary and martial gatherings were watching right here.
Soon, everyone would discover that before Pei Ye-even before her-the supposedly outstanding Shang Huaitong was actually no different from the crowd.
Yet as the girl thought about it, she frowned, because things had changed again.
At first, the Sword Academy's letter had said there was only one place. To the girl, that had made things especially simple-Pei Ye had said he would not let Shang Huaitong take that place.
But just now, this powerful Lord Sui had said, "Ultimately, how many people are selected will be determined by me during the selection."
In truth, the girl would rather this academy supervisor did not have quite so much discretion-ideally, he could admit only one person, and that person could only be Pei Ye.
Now, the boy had indeed not deceived her. On the Egret-Viewing Terrace, he had claimed eight measures of talent all to himself and stolen all the limelight. Even though she had already thought highly enough of him, he had still surpassed her expectations, leaving her stunned and delighted.
Holding the Heart · Bright Spirit.
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