Chapter 238: Chapter 238: The Ancestor Who Won’t Marry; The Transferred Noble School Goddess!
Chen Long’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to answer, "It is... personally signed by the Old President."
No one could have imagined that this cruel decree, filled with the aura of death, was personally signed by the beloved Old President.
Sigh, they thought it was Feng Shiren and some cabinet elders colluding...
Bao Gucheng pondered for a moment, moving the phone slightly away from his ear, and glanced at the petite woman beside him.
Xi Zuzi gently pursed her lips, "Xiao Cheng, no need to see me off. Official business is more important."
Bao Gucheng pulled her into his arms, speaking muffledly, "I’m sorry."
Sorry, he had to stay and uncover the truth.
Sorry, he couldn’t personally see her off.
Xi Zuzi smiled slightly, "Hmm, just make it up to me next time."
Like an insatiable little demon, waiting eagerly for the next time to fill up with Spiritual Energy.
If he weren’t on the phone with Chen Long, Bao Gucheng would have loved to pin her against the wall again and kiss her until she was dizzy and oblivious!
Before parting.
Xi Zuzi suddenly became serious as she thought of something, "Xiao Cheng, about that childhood betrothal you mentioned earlier, I won’t agree to it."
Bao Gucheng was stunned for a moment.
Then, without even realizing it, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, "Alright."
Clearing up this misunderstanding made Xi Zuzi feel relieved as well.
She was a god who had lived for tens of thousands of years; how could she marry a mere mortal? In her eyes, they were all children.
She would not marry anyone.
She left with the little crow.
The little crow flapped its wings, looking at Bao Gucheng with a bit of pity, "Sigh, the boy still thinks Ancestor isn’t marrying anyone else, so she will marry him, right?"
Fu Xiqin was also downcast, "Brother Jin, Qin Qin is so sad. This time I clearly sensed it; Bao Gucheng truly has no trace of our lord’s aura. What a pity, he’s the most masculine human I’ve seen. If our lord could be reborn into him and continue the past romance with Ancestor, how wonderful it would be..."
The little crow raised its claw and flicked Fu Xiqin on the head, "What nonsense. Don’t mention that old fellow in front of Ancestor!"
Fu Xiqin: "..."
Living under someone else’s roof is really hard, sob.
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The morning and noon passed swiftly.
In the exam room, everyone from the East Sea Class seemed as energetic as if they had been injected with adrenaline, still quizzing each other on vocabulary up until the last second before the test.
Even the proctor thought they had walked into the wrong classroom!
The so-called trash class seemed to be working harder than Cao Yumei’s Nanshan Class—is this normal?
Taking advantage of the time when the papers were being distributed, everyone chatted softly to ease their nerves:
"Hey, did you hear, a transfer student just came to the Nanshan Class at noon. She’s a super genius from the capital city’s aristocratic high school, the kind who scores full marks in all subjects."
"Whoa, is she like Ancestor Missy?"
"Probably similar? Anyway, exceptional people are all alike!"
Xi Rubao suddenly pouted, irritated, "No one can compare to my sister!"
Wu Qianman nodded, "Zuzi is unique."
Wu Minghao proudly stated, "Ancestor Missy’s beauty is god-tier. Can that girl measure up?"
Everyone: "..." A true devotee of beauty, indeed.
That said, everyone was genuinely curious about what the transfer student was like.
But this bit of gossip was quickly replaced by worry—
"Why isn’t Zuzi back yet?"
"Is she going to miss the fourth mock exam?"
"Sigh, I really miss Ancestor..."
"Honestly, whether we pass or outperform the Nanshan Class doesn’t matter; I’m more worried about where Zuzi has gone and if she’s okay..."
The aristocratic girl genius was intriguing, but it was their Ancestor who truly tugged at their hearts.
The English exam lasted two hours.
There were fifteen minutes left until the papers had to be turned in.
Looking at the empty seat that belonged to Xi Zuzi, everyone was nearly losing hope.
Especially since this English test was particularly difficult. No one had turned in their paper yet; everyone was still writing furiously.
Suddenly.
The quiet exam room was disrupted as someone kicked open the door.
Someone looked with excitement, "Zuzi is back..."
Half the words stuck in their throat.
Seeing the intimidating figure at the door, everyone was truly surprised!
Who is this person...??