Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

On the stage, the old headmaster was recommending tirelessly.

Below the stage, it was already in uproar.

Ao Xinghao frowned and said, ”Those elders, why do they each seem so untrustworthy?”

Jing Zhichen coughed: ”They are very powerful, naturally a bit eccentric. But if Miss Lan follows them, she certainly has great prospects. Every past graduate always considered being chosen as a disciple by an elder as the greatest honor.”

Si Moyu sneered: ”Heh heh. Qin Xin doesn’t need someone else’s glory, she is the glory herself.”

Ding Dou: ”But if Sister Xin goes with the elders, does that mean we won’t see her anymore, boohoo...”

Bai Chi: ”Tch, who cares about that so-called glory? In our empire, graduates see working for the Nalan Group as the greatest honor...”

Suddenly, he realized something was amiss.

Damn, he let it slip.

Fortunately, no one cared about his opinion, nor did anyone hear what he said.

Jing Zhichen: ”Anyway, this is good for Miss Lan, no need to worry. The only thing is... the Seventh Elder’s temperament is a bit odd, if possible, having the Second Elder choose her would be best. The Second Elder is upright, kind, and has yet to take on a disciple, if Miss Lan becomes his student, she’d be his top disciple, solidifying her status...”

Ao Xinghao suddenly glared at him: ”How do you know so much about matters concerning the Twelve Elders?”

Jing Zhichen’s gaze faltered a bit: ”Not... very clearly. Just know of these things.”

Ao Xinghao snorted, indicating disbelief.

Si Moyu also kept a distance from Jing Zhichen: ”Whether to become a disciple or not, Qin Xin will decide herself.”

Not far away, Ding Yu clenched her veil, praying desperately: Don’t choose the ugly girl as a disciple, please don’t choose her, elders look here, look at me, at me.

Yet onstage, clearly no one glanced at her even once.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Qin Xin.

Qin Xin’s stunning display of botanical powers earlier had left a lasting impression on the Second Elder.

Finally, not long after the Seventh Elder finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth: ”Lan, if you are willing, I’d like to choose you as my disciple; although I practice time powers, all things share similarities, I can still guide you somewhat.”

The Seventh Elder was still acting high and mighty, saying Qin Xin was ”decent”, but now someone wanted to compete, he immediately said: ”No way, time powers are completely different, what can you guide her on? My fire powers can boost plants, just perfect for guiding her.”

The Second Elder spoke indifferently: ”Excess fire will harm the plants.”

A soft rebuttal thrown in.

Seventh Elder: ”Heh, why don’t you mention that your time power needs decades of refinement to be effective? Do you want to train the young girl until she’s an old lady?”

The two of them were on a collision course.

Seeing things weren’t right, the old headmaster quickly tried to mediate: ”Hehehe, elders, don’t be hasty, don’t be hasty, in my humble opinion, why not have both elders take on a disciple, let Lan have two masters, wouldn’t that be a win-win solution?”

Who knew.

Seventh Elder: ”Impossible!”

Second Elder: ”The rule is one disciple per master.”

Old headmaster: ”...” Oh dear, there’s actually a dispute I can’t mediate!

Qin Xin stood nonchalantly below the stage, listening to these people argue, as if watching a farce.

She didn’t care, no matter who takes her in, she can use the opportunity to infiltrate the Twelve Elders, gather intelligence, and uncover the origins of the Blood Woman.

So, just let them fight for a while.

Who knew.

Her leisurely demeanor was interrupted by an unexpected event within minutes.

A plain white figure approached the podium, interrupting the elders’ argument—