Not far away, a girl with a beautiful face and long hair stared at Yue Qingqing.
She had exceptionally smooth long hair, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall.
With black hair, white skin, and red lips, one could tell at first glance that she was a beauty.
But the slightly gloomy look in her eyes ruined this beauty.
"What’s her na again?"
"I think she’s called Yue Qingqing, such a rustic na."
There were quite a few people around the girl, chattering away, all mocking Yue Qingqing.
"She doesn’t look that special, just a little girl. Her deanor is far inferior to ngyu’s."
"I saw the new student dossier from the School of Finance. She’s from a place called Zhuancheng, probably so obscure corner. No wonder she has that petty air about her."
"I really don’t know what Senior Jiang sees in her. Does he think he’s in so idol drama? The prince always likes those ordinary and laughable Cinderella types."
Several boys standing nearby exchanged glances, all exuding a sense of jealousy towards won.
The girl nad Yue Qingqing was clearly very pretty, and her deanor stood out too.
People couldn’t help but steal glances at her despite their busy schedules.
She was no less than Yu ngyu.
In fact, from their perspective, she seed more naturally gifted.
But given that Yu ngyu is the student council president, these girls were all sucking up to her.
So, of course, their words weren’t kind.
Yu ngyu’s face was expressionless, only asking for Yue Qingqing’s na from start to finish.
Now that the people around her had finished talking, she slowly spoke.
"A little freshman who doesn’t know the rules yet. She’ll learn them in ti."
Yu ngyu didn’t look at Yue Qingqing again, "Everyone, stop lingering here. Go handle your own departnt’s matters."
After speaking, she turned and left.
The girls circling Yu ngyu exchanged glances.
Learning the rules, what rules?
Aren’t the rules made by the student council?
"Zeng Yu, I rember you’re part of the School of Finance’s student council."
The girls looked at one of them.
Zeng Yu nodded, understanding.
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that little girl knows her place. How dare she shalessly compete with ngyu for a guy."
They laughed jovially.
"What do you an compete for a guy? Don’t talk nonsense, we’re all good senior sisters who look after our juniors."
"Got it, oops, my bad."
Zeng Yu walked over to the registration desk of the School of Finance, "I’ll handle this now."
The person originally in charge of registration was a bit tired already, standing up to grab a water bottle from a nearby box.
"Alright, you take over for . I’m parched from all the talking."
Zeng Yu had a mysterious smile on her face as her eyes casually glanced over the girl nad Yue Qingqing in the line.
Yue Qingqing seed to have heard her na ntioned earlier.
But there were too many people in the hall, and the noise was overwhelming.
Even a cultivator wouldn’t be able to discern any valuable information from such racket.
Plus, her roommate was still talking to her, making it even harder to focus.
"Fill out the basic information on the registration form, then co over for unified registration to receive your student ID card. Grab a school map too."
Zeng Yu casually conducted the registration, her mind always on Yue Qingqing, who was getting closer and moving from the middle to the front of the line.
Pan Muling and Mi Shu got their registration forms first and filled them out nearby.
Yue Qingqing and Lu Zhu were lined up behind them.
"Take the registration form and fill it out, then co to to verify and receive your student ID card."
Zeng Yu finally reached Yue Qingqing, casually tossing the registration form over.
Precisely aid, it flew towards Yue Qingqing’s face as soon as it was lifted.
It looked like she was trying to hit her face with the paper.
Not very harmful, but extrely insulting.
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