Their true intention in doing this was simply to bring everyone closer together. Raising an objection meant rejecting their goodwill...
Ding Xiulan watched everyone leave, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger.
Disappointment at failing to recruit Zuo Xiaoduo; anger, however, at Gu Yuanhang!
If not for that bastard, Zuo Xiaoduo would almost certainly have enrolled in Ancestral Dragon High Martial!
At the very, very least, she should have been among those escorting them home this time!
It was all Gu Yuanhang's fault, that shit-stirrer!
She pulled out her phone and looked. Huh? The principal still hadn't replied!
"You old bastard, how dare you play dead on me!"
With nowhere to vent the anger and frustration choking her heart, Ding Xiulan immediately found his number and called.
But his secretary answered. "D-Director Ding, the principal said he had diarrhea... he went home to rest. Whatever it is, he'll discuss it once you're back. There's no need to rush..."
"Fuck!"
Abandoning all decorum, Ding Xiulan spat out the curse, then smashed her phone down with a bang. "Let him shit himself to death!"
After a long while, Ding Xiulan sighed softly and murmured to herself.
"You'll never know what Ancestral Dragon High Martial lost this time... No previous Dragon-Tiger Ranking has ever produced so many geniuses... but this time, there was an eruption of talent. This is the sign of a flourishing age, an omen of ascendance!"
"For Ancestral Dragon High Martial to miss out on even a share of such an eruption of talent... you simply cannot imagine how enormous a loss that is!"
"One sentence drove away twelve geniuses at once... all because of a petty man's suspicions!"
"Ancestral Dragon High Martial being overshadowed in the future is almost a foregone conclusion."
Ding Xiulan murmured to herself, utterly despondent.