The Master s Mask Unveiled Again - Chapter 77
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Chapter 77: Chapter 76 Director Qi Guarantees for Her
Lu Mian wasn’t into gossip and didn’t know about Su Jue’s storied experiences at school.
Yet Su Jue thought he’d piqued her interest and, unable to maintain his pretense of indifference, he couldn’t help adding, “Right, being around it at home, I tried buying some stocks. It seems the returns aren’t bad, made 15 million last time, and over 10 million the time before that.”
Such sums of money were substantial in anyone’s eyes.
Especially for someone from an ordinary family like Lu Mian’s, this was an unimaginable fortune.
Just thinking back two years ago, the Lu Family was ready to give up on Lu Mian for five million, one could realize how important money was to them. Every time Lu Xinnuan found out about it, she would look at him with eyes filled with admiration and longing.
Perhaps in his heart, Su Jue was also hoping for a response from Lu Mian.
However, he still didn’t understand Lu Mian enough. When she heard the huge sums he mentioned, her expression didn’t change in the slightest, she merely sidestepped him and walked away emotionlessly.
“Lu Mian!”
Su Jue instinctively reached out to grab her, but as soon as his hand stretched out, he met Lu Mian’s icy, penetrating gaze, her crimson lips curved in a smile that was both wicked and fierce.
“I’m in a hurry,” she said calmly.
“What’s the hurry? Where else do you need to be? Can’t you just listen to me for once?” He had given up on the competition himself to come out with her, yet he couldn’t even get a single word or glance from her, which frustrated him greatly.
His grandfather had even told him to take care of her, but she didn’t appreciate it at all.
Far from appreciating it, Lu Mian was actually annoyed and snapped, “None of your damn business,” before striding towards the freshman teaching building.
Su Jue, still not giving up, followed behind her, calling her name as he chased after her.
Until—
A graceful and handsome man blocked the intersection, his cool, deep eyes hidden behind gold-framed glasses, his emotions well concealed.
His gaze fixed on Su Jue, an extraordinary aura effortlessly overwhelming him.
“Good day, Director Qimo,” Su Jue greeted in a low voice, feeling a strange sense of awe towards this dean of discipline.
It was as though he knew he wouldn’t really do anything to him, yet subconsciously he told himself that he must not offend this man.
But his peripheral vision was eagerly chasing after Lu Mian’s retreating figure.
“Some are taking exams, others attending classes; is it appropriate for you to be causing such a disturbance?” Xiao Qimo’s words, a standard spiel for a director of discipline, felt perfectly natural to him.
His voice, from beginning to end, was calm, and even the last syllable sounded casual. Combined with his scholarly and gentlemanly demeanor, he exuded maturity and stability.
Su Jue hung his head, “Director Qimo, I know I was wrong.”
“Go back to your classroom.”
“…” Su Jue was reluctant; it had been so hard to find the chance to speak alone with Lu Mian.
“What, you want me to escort you back?”
In the end, Su Jue reluctantly headed back to his own classroom, but not before stealing a longing look in the direction Lu Mian had left.
——
Lu Mian, twirling a pen in her hand, arrived leisurely at the freshman teaching building.
She still remembered the exam room allocation for her class, and as she found the classroom, it was already filled with students.
The proctor stepped out and glanced at his watch, “You’re an hour late.”
“Stomachache,” explained Lu Mian.
The proctor wasn’t quite convinced and tried to stop her. When he looked up, he was met with a tall, slender figure.
He spoke with composure, “I can vouch for her, she had a stomachache.”
“This…” The proctor only hesitated for a few seconds before hurrying to step aside, “With Director Qimo vouching for you, hurry in, there’s not much time left.”
“Thank you, teacher.”
Lu Mian nodded her head and glanced back at Xiao Qimo, a world of unspoken understanding passing between them.
The exam room was slightly disturbed by Lu Mian’s arrival, which was relatively unproblematic since it was only a monthly test and proctoring wasn’t very strict.
After sitting down, the chubby boy in the row in front turned back, leaning on his chair with excitement and slightly raising his exam paper.
“Brother Mian, Brother Mian, guess how many marks I’m going to get this time?”