Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chapter 73 The so-called interview is nothing more than a one-man show.

Having suffered such a great loss yesterday, Zhao Menghua naturally wouldn't let it go easily.

He couldn't beat Chu Zihang, nor could he afford to offend him. He didn't know anything about the mysterious girl's background, so he couldn't act rashly. But dealing with Lu Mingfei was a piece of cake.

The interview was just around the corner, and his father, who was the CEO of a company, told him that this academy was quite prestigious, and he should try his best to get in if he could.

Zhao Menghua then suppressed his immediate urge to retaliate and patiently went to the interview.

Although his father said there was too little time to find an opportunity for bribery, Zhao Menghua was confident in his pronunciation because his tutor was an American.

He felt he had a significant advantage in this American school interview, at least over the loser in front of him.

"You just wait, we'll settle our score later," Zhao Menghua said viciously.

Lu Mingfei was about to say something when the door to the conference room opened.

A tall figure walked out.

Her red hair was tied up high, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate face; her dark red eyes lazily surveyed everyone.

The entire corridor suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at her. Many of the people who had attended the dinner party yesterday had changed their expressions.

Zhao Menghua's face turned extremely ugly, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"What, are you surprised to see me?" Chen Motong raised an eyebrow as he looked at the students whose expressions had changed drastically.

Zhao Menghua stared at Chen Motong in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You—what are you doing here?!"

Chen Motong tilted her head, as if she had heard something funny.

"Why can't I be here?"

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself."

She reached out and straightened the school badge on her collar, a half-decayed World Tree pattern that shimmered faintly under the light.

"Chen Motong, student representative from Kassel College," she said with a smile. "Today's interviewer."

Zhao Menghua was stunned.

His mind was blank, with only one thought looping wildly: it was all over.

Chen Motong looked at him with amusement in her eyes, but she was too lazy to pay attention to him and looked at the others.

"The interview will now begin."

Chen Motong clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention back to herself: "Those who want to try can enter the meeting room one by one."

After she finished speaking, she stepped aside to open the conference room door.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, a subtle hesitation hanging in the air.

Chen Motong wasn't in a hurry. She just leaned against the door frame, her red ponytail hanging down her shoulder, her dark red eyes lazily sweeping over the group of high school students.

She was wearing the simplest school uniform, yet she looked both formal and casual, like a model who had stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.

Lu Mingfei stood at the edge of the crowd, watching this scene, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

A few years ago, this girl was the same. She wore the same ordinary clothes as everyone else, but she managed to exude a unique aura.

Back then, he felt that she was on a different level from others, and now that feeling is even stronger.

"Nobody wants to go first?" Chen Motong raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll just order randomly."

Her gaze moved through the crowd, and many people instinctively avoided her eyes wherever she went.

Finally, her gaze fell on a girl wearing a white dress.

"Liu Miaomiao, right?" Chen Motong looked at the name on the sign-in sheet. "I remember you. You play the piano very well. Would you like to be the first to try?"

Liu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, her face turned slightly pale, but she still gritted her teeth and nodded.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the conference room amidst the complex gazes of the crowd.

As she passed by Chen Motong, she couldn't help but glance at the red-haired girl.

Upon closer inspection, the face appeared incredibly exquisite, with fair skin, well-defined features, and dark red eyes that seemed to hold something indescribable.

Liu Miaomiao suddenly remembered the girl standing there in the restaurant yesterday.

She was like that back then too; she did nothing, yet everyone couldn't take their eyes off her.

"Don't be nervous." Chen Motong smiled at her. "It's just a simple interview, just a chat."

Liu Miaomiao nodded and pushed open the door to enter the conference room.

The door closed behind her, cutting off all outside views.

The meeting room was quiet, with only the slight hum of the air conditioner running.

Liu Miaomiao sat down on a chair in front of the long table, opposite Chen Motong.

The red-haired girl sat down behind the long table, casually flipped open the folder in front of her, glanced at it, and then looked up.

"Liu Miaomiao, piano grade 10, city-level outstanding student, provincial-level excellent class leader —" Chen Motong read the contents of the information, her tone flat: "Very outstanding."

Liu Miaomiao pursed her lips, unsure how to respond, and could only whisper, "Thank you."

"Don't be nervous."

Chen Motong put down the folder, leaned back in her chair, and relaxed as if this wasn't an interview but a casual chat between friends: "I've looked at your information, and you are indeed very outstanding."

Hearing this, Liu Miaomiao felt no relief whatsoever.

"However—" Chen Motong drawled out the last syllable, then smiled slightly: "The final result of the interview requires a comprehensive evaluation. Your application is excellent. Go back and wait for our notification."

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Liu Miaomiao was stunned.

that's it?

She prepared for so long, memorized so many English self-introductions, and practiced so many possible questions and answers, and it all ended like this?

She hadn't even had a chance to say a word.

"Wait for...wait for notification?" Liu Miaomiao couldn't help but ask.

Chen Motong nodded, without even glancing at her.

Liu Miaomiao's heart grew colder and colder.

She suddenly remembered the feeling of inferiority she had felt yesterday when she looked at the girl's back at the restaurant entrance.

At that time, she had a vague feeling that she and this girl were from different worlds.

Now this feeling is clearer.

But she couldn't help but ask the question that had been on her mind for so long.

"You—you're the Nuonuo who helped Lu Mingfei back at Shilan Middle School?"

Chen Motong paused in his tidying up of the documents, looked up at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but still nodded: "It's me, what's wrong?"

Liu Miaomiao bit her lip, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly until her knuckles turned white.

She knew she shouldn't ask this question, that asking it would only bring her humiliation, but she just couldn't control herself.

"So, what's your relationship with Chu Zihang?"

Chen Motong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"It's alright."

She shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "I helped him with a small favor before, and he probably wanted to repay me, so he's been looking for me for the past few years. It's that simple."

Is it really that simple?

Upon hearing these words, Liu Miaomiao suddenly felt ridiculous.

She looked at the girl in front of her, at her relaxed posture, at her flamboyant and confident demeanor.

Just like in this girl's world, Chu Zihang is just an ordinary person who "wants to repay her".

Liu Miaomiao suddenly understood.

She will never be able to compare to this girl.

It wasn't because of her family background or her appearance, but because of the confidence and composure that emanated from her very being, even though her family background and appearance were no match for others.

Compared to this girl, she was just a slightly better student at Shilan Middle School.