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The middle-aged ntor seethed with anger as he witnessed their audacious disruption in the presence of Director Qi Duo.
"What in the world are you people thinking? Huh? Do you actually believe you have the right to show up late?" he bellowed, his voice filled with frustration. "Leave imdiately and refrain from causing any further trouble! If you dare to disrespect our Director again, I will personally escort all of you out of Tempest City."
"Hey, this is completely unreasonable!" Little Fatty couldn't contain himself and burst out, "We were not late, okay? Your invitation clearly stated the date as March 15th…"
"Are you deliberately trying to provoke us?" The middle-aged ntor shouted, prompting two guards responsible for maintaining order to leap forward from behind him. Their deanor was threatening, suggesting they were ready for a confrontation.
Little Fatty glared at them, his words stumbling in nervousness. "Co on, can't we find a more reasonable way to resolve this?"
"Fatty basher, don't waste your ti with them. Co back here," Qi Xuanxuan snapped abruptly. "So what if there was a misunderstanding? Who cares?"
"That's not acceptable!" Ninth Qin protested loudly. "We've made the effort to co here, so why should we leave in disappointnt?"
/Our reputation would be in tatters. Those folks from the Quilt Estate and Qin Estate would have a field day mocking us./
He had already faced enough isolation since returning to the main family recently. If he failed to make it to the examination on ti, he could only imagine what others would say about him.
/Leaving like this is not an option!/
Qi Xuanxuan pondered for a mont and reluctantly concurred.
They couldn't turn back now; otherwise, those noblewon in the royal capital would revel in mocking and taunting them. She didn't care about their opinions, but what infuriated her was that they would undoubtedly gossip about Qiaoqiao, subjecting her to endless ridicule.
/There was no way they could turn back./
Qi Xuanxuan, Lu Yu, and the others approached the ntor in unison, inquiring, "Excuse us, but isn't the test still ongoing? Aren't those who arrived with us still being examined?"
/What explanation could they offer for their tardiness?/
The middle-aged ntor shot them an irate look. "Do you realize how long people have been waiting in line? So have been waiting for a full four hours before their turn."
"Let get this straight," Qi Xuanxuan retorted, "you're implying that the importance we place on the academy test is determined by the hours we spend waiting in line? We arrived at a fortuitous ti, and not many people were in line. It just happens that our turn is approaching soon! Are you suggesting that this kind of coincidence reflects our lack of dedication to the academy test?"
It was truly a comical situation.
The middle-aged ntor did indeed harbor this perspective. Others had been queuing for the test since early in the morning, and aside from those with extraordinary abilities, most individuals had to endure a four-hour wait.
/Why were these youngsters insisting that they were about to be tested upon entering the city?/
"You're underestimating the unforeseen circumstances," Qiao Mu remarked, her expression icy. Her exquisite, stoic countenance concealed any hint of her emotions, but an impending storm seed to brew beneath the surface.
The middle-aged ntor couldn't help but scoff at her deanor. "So what if it's unforeseen? You students arrived late and missed the examination, yet you have the audacity to threaten the ntors!"
"You're talking too much," Qiao Mu coldly interrupted, giving him an appraising glance. "Silence."
With that, she raised her delicate hand and released a handful of invisible, colorless dicinal powder. The middle-aged ntor's mouth opened in astonishnt, but he was rendered speechless in an instant.
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