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”N-nothing.”

Nangong Bingfeng suddenly blocked Murong Fei’s line of sight. Murong Fei was momentarily stunned before she reacted, quickly diverting her gaze from Qin Tian, afraid that Nangong Bingfeng might notice Qin Tian.

”Let’s go then, being with these people is boring.” Nangong Bingfeng said disdainfully to the other exam candidates around them.

He was a noble, and among those taking this entrance exam, aside from him and Murong Fei, there were no other nobles.

If it weren’t for Murong Fei insisting on taking this exam, he absolutely wouldn’t have come.

Nobles have separate admission quotas—twenty spots to directly become students of the Dragon Tiger Class, without needing to undergo such exhausting exams.

The high and mighty nobles often have a deep-seated disdain for the ”lower class people” in their eyes.

”... Alright.”

Murong Fei hesitated for a moment, then left directly with Nangong Bingfeng under the gaze of everyone.

At this moment, the main examiner also announced the final results: ”Ninety-ninth place, Wang Haoran, one-hundredth place, Wang Tinghu. The above names officially become students of East Han Academy. The rest, leave by the end of the day!”

After finishing, the main examiner left directly with the other teachers, leaving two disciples to help the students with accommodation arrangements.

Wang Haoran patted his chest, wearing a look of relief on his face: ”Phew, that was close. I barely made it in at ninety-ninth place, almost got eliminated... Heh heh, Wang Tinghu is in hundredth place, that’s decent, but being below me, I wonder how he feels...”

In ninety-ninth place, Wang Haoran was full of excitement and couldn’t help but taunt Wang Tinghu.

As he spoke, he glanced over to Qin Tian, but realized Qin Tian was looking into the distance where Murong Fei and Nangong Bingfeng were headed, their figures gradually disappearing.

”Hey, Qin Tian, don’t tell me you actually have feelings for Murong Fei?” Wang Haoran was stunned.

”Why not?” Qin Tian was a bit annoyed, especially seeing a stranger walking away with Murong Fei. Although Murong Fei kept her distance from Nangong Bingfeng even while walking side by side, Qin Tian was still displeased.

”Hehe, you’ve got guts. Let’s not discuss anything else. Did you see the guy leaving with Murong Fei? Nangong Bingfeng, third son of the City Lord Mansion! The City Lord Mansion is the only royal family in our East State, only they, the Nangong Family, have the chance to marry into the Murong Family, got it? People like us, well, maybe after graduating from East Han Academy, we could get jobs as their household servants or war generals under their fathers, that’s it, nothing more.”

Wang Haoran said this earnestly, then patted Qin Tian on the shoulder: ”Brother, there are plenty of beauties in the world. Now that we’ve made it into East Han Academy, we’re top students here; how can we not get a girl? Once we’re settled, I’ll help you find a woman... Ahem, as for Murong Fei, she’s not from our world. I advise you not to reach for something unattainable. Come on, let’s go find our dorms.”

”Hehe, reaching for something unattainable? She’s actually my fiancée...”

Qin Tian murmured softly, shaking his head. He believed in Murong Fei, but still felt discontented with the men circling around her.

Thanks to Wang Haoran’s gift-giving and connections, Qin Tian and Wang Haoran successfully got assigned to the same dorm room.

All dorms were for two people; Wang Haoran felt they were well-matched.

That night was the class division ceremony. The 20 noble students, along with the top ten students from the exam, formed the Dragon Tiger Class as Class 1.

The remaining 90 students were divided into three classes, with Qin Tian and Wang Haoran in Class 3.

After the class division ceremony, there was a welcome banquet.

The welcome banquet was held in the Hongtu Hall, made entirely of white marble. No prominent figures from East Han Academy attended, only a dozen or so teachers and Yan Zhongjie, the head teacher for the new students of these four classes.

Yan Zhongjie looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, but according to information Wang Haoran gathered, he was actually over seventy years old.

Seventy-plus years old with the appearance of someone in his forties meant that Yan Zhongjie’s cultivation was something Qin Tian could only look up to.

At the welcome banquet, noble students sat together, and the remaining three classes formed another group, with clear distinctions.

Qin Tian and Wang Haoran sat together, directly facing the noble students.

Among the noble students, Murong Fei also chose to sit across from Qin Tian. The two would occasionally exchange glances.

Wang Haoran, sitting beside, roamed his eyes mischievously around, and when he noticed Qin Tian still staring at Murong Fei, he sighed deeply: ”Ah, a lovesick fool...”

Afterward, he took a sip of his drink, saying, ”Looks like I need to take him out to release some tension someday; he’s got too much pent-up feelings, burning inside.”

The banquet was quite dull, mostly with the students of the three regular classes amusing themselves. When they offered toasts to the Dragon Tiger Class students, they were mostly ignored, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere later.

However, Qin Tian didn’t notice any of this; he was focused on Murong Fei the whole time.

Murong Fei also kept glancing at Qin Tian throughout but not directly, seemingly mindful of something.

Finally, when Murong Fei got up to go to the restroom, she gave Qin Tian a meaningful look.

Of course, Qin Tian understood Murong Fei’s intent and quickly followed her out.

The night was dark and windy outside the hall. Walking behind Murong Fei made Qin Tian feel both expectant and thrilled.

Eventually, Murong Fei quickened her pace, leaving the Hongtu Hall, heading to a small garden grove several hundred meters away.

Qin Tian followed her in and saw Murong Fei behind a tree.

”Oh, I missed you so much!”

When Qin Tian approached, Murong Fei, without hesitation, came forward with a choked voice, hugged Qin Tian tightly.

Qin Tian’s heart stirred, deeply moved, he held Murong Fei tightly, whispering in her ear: ”I missed you too, I thought I’d never see you again in my life...”

”I was worried too... I’ve been so lonely these past two years.”

Murong Fei clung to Qin Tian, unwilling to let go, as if fearing he’d disappear the moment she did.

After a long while, the two finally calmed down. Hand in hand, Qin Tian, looking at Murong Fei’s beautiful face in the hazy night, couldn’t resist leaning in to plant a deep kiss on her smooth, pale forehead.

”Murong, what happened in these two years? Have you been well? How did your cultivation suddenly become so powerful?”

Qin Tian had so much to say, so many questions to ask.

”I’ve been alright. By fate, I was transported to the place I was most destined to be in the Spiritual Domain, Murong Mansion in East State, and then I learned about my heritage...”

Choking up, Murong Fei narrated her experiences in detail.