Chapter 107: True Strength

As Qin Yu spoke, the other three fell silent. Bai Fanhao furrowed his brow tightly—so things were far from over; Wang Feiyan's ambition was clearly growing. According to Xu Ting, who had passed on the message last time, Wang Feiyan was now studying at the University of Media and Communication. She was certainly no ordinary person, managing to claw her way up to become a host and even catching the eye of the arts minister.

Clearly, she had put in a great deal of effort.

Bai Fanhao let out a chuckle, drawing everyone's eyes to him. With a faint smile, he said, "It seems we underestimated her. She's truly not an average person—not that I look down on her, but she simply doesn't have the ability!"

His words rang out with conviction, and he was not the only one who thought so. Both Xi Haifei and Qin Yu agreed, and even Mu Qingxi—who hadn't known Wang Feiyan for long—felt she lacked real ability. They all nodded in agreement with Bai Fanhao's assessment.

Suddenly, Mu Qingxi burst out laughing, her amusement growing until it could no longer be contained.

Qin Yu, puzzled by her laughter, asked curiously, "Qingxi, what's so funny? If there's something amusing, share it with us!"

Stifling her laughter, Mu Qingxi replied with a hint of mystery, "Who says she has no ability? You really are underestimating her."

Seeing the confusion on her friends’ faces, she stopped being cryptic and said, "She knows how to act fragile, how to play the lady—and she knows how to check in and out of hotels with any man! Can any of you do that?"

Bai Fanhao, Xi Haifei, and Qin Yu were left speechless by her sly grin, but they had to admit she had a point—that, too, was a kind of ability.

Wang Feiyan’s skill at appearing weak was truly first-rate. Who else could act so convincingly? At the very least, neither Mu Qingxi nor Qin Yu could. As for acting like a lady—anyone could try, but who could keep up the pretense that well, and for so long? Again, not Mu Qingxi or Qin Yu. The bit about checking in and out of hotels with any man was speculation—after all, Mu Qingxi had just seen Wang Feiyan leaving a hotel that very morning. She and Qin Yu, at least, certainly hadn’t done that.

Mu Qingxi watched as the three of them went from confusion, to reluctant acceptance, to finally smiling in agreement.

Seeing their nods of approval, she laughed and said, "See? I wasn’t wrong. Ordinary people don’t have such skills. Compared to Wang Feiyan, we simply can’t measure up. So let’s just focus on our classes."

"Ah!" Qin Yu’s piercing scream echoed out.

"We’re doomed," Bai Fanhao’s face changed; today’s class was taught by his uncle.

"It’s already too late," Xi Haifei said calmly, as unflappable as ever.

Only Mu Qingxi had already dashed off the moment she finished speaking.

Qin Yu stared after Mu Qingxi’s retreating figure, eyes wide and mouth agape in astonishment. It was a long moment before she finally exclaimed, "Can someone tell me what’s going on with Bai Fanhao and Mu Qingxi? Are they both track stars?"

Xi Haifei gave Qin Yu a sidelong glance and replied, "No track stars here—they’re just rushing to class."

Qin Yu cried out again in alarm, "Xi Haifei, what’s our first class?"

"Confucius’ class. Are you going or not?" Bai Fanhao asked.

The moment Bai Fanhao finished, Qin Yu’s face fell and she cried, "Not again—Confucius’ class! We’re really done for."

No sooner had she spoken than the two of them vanished from the campus, heading straight for their destination.

At that moment, Mu Qingxi stood at the classroom door, head bowed, looking at the lecturer on the podium.