"Only Mu Jianling could make such shameless remarks with such righteous indignation in this world."
But—
Yue Qiguang cowered.
Yue Qiguang dared not retort any further, merely muttering softly, "Old witch."
Mu Jianling, with sharp ears, narrowed her eyes slightly, "Hmm?"
Yue Qiguang stepped back a bit, trying his best to avoid the piercing gaze that seemed as sharp as the Blade's edge coming from the podium.
Mu Jianling huffed and said, "Now, when I call your name, step forward immediately."
Beneath the podium, it was quiet as chickens.
Mu Jianling said, "Number 1111, Chu Jiaojiao."
Special training?
What kind of special training? Honestly, Chu Jiaojiao was quite curious, plus she was innately daring. Hearing her name being the first to be called, she not only showed no fear but eagerly jumped out, "Reporting, teacher, number 1111 Chu Jiaojiao stepping forward."
Mu Jianling was pleased. She raised her hand, casually pointing to one side, "Stand over there for now."
