Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chapter 74 There are always fools who love to die.

"I see."

Liu Miaomiao stood up and bowed slightly to Chen Motong: "Thank you."

Chen Motong watched her turn and walk away, raising an eyebrow inexplicably.

What did this girl understand?

Weird.

However, she didn't take it to heart and yawned listlessly.

The door opened and closed again, and Liu Miaomiao went out.

People outside, seeing her distraught appearance, immediately started gossiping.

"How is it? How is it?"

"What did you ask? Was it difficult?"

Why do you look like that? Didn't you pass?

Liu Miaomiao did not answer, but lowered her head, quickly walked through the crowd, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Chen Motong's voice came from the conference room: "Next, Zhao Menghua."

Zhao Menghua's expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

He stood there, unsure whether to go in or not.

To be honest, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

He felt that even if the girl was the interviewer, she couldn't be too willful, could she? After all, it was a prestigious American university, and they had to consider their image.

His overall qualities are the highest among everyone, and his pronunciation is the most standard. As long as he performs well, that girl can't possibly eliminate him in front of everyone.

Thinking this through, Zhao Menghua gritted his teeth and finally pushed open the door.

Kassel College, a prestigious American university, with the University of Chicago as its affiliated school—he didn't want to give up such an opportunity.

In the conference room, Chen Motong was looking down at the documents when she heard the door open and looked up at him.

That glance was devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Zhao Menghua took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Hello, I am Zhao Menghua, here for an interview."

He was just about to continue, introducing his resume and showcasing his strengths, when Chen Motong interrupted him directly.

"You've been eliminated."

Zhao Menghua was stunned.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, thinking he'd misheard: "What?"

"I said, you're eliminated." Chen Motong repeated, her tone as calm as if she were commenting on the weather: "The interview is over."

"Is it over?!" Zhao Menghua's face flushed crimson. "I haven't even said a word yet!"

"Interview, interview—" Chen Motong tilted her head, a half-smile playing on her lips. "It's enough that I've seen you. Whether you speak or not is unimportant."

Zhao Menghua's mind went blank.

He felt like he had been tricked.

I was completely fooled.

"you----"

He pointed at Chen Motong, his fingers trembling: "What right do you have? What right do you have to eliminate me? Just because I offended Lu Mingfei yesterday? This is personal revenge! I'm going to file a complaint against you! I'm going to complain to your school!"

Chen Motong blinked, her expression utterly innocent: "Complain about me? Complain about what? Complain that as an interviewer, you think my overall qualities don't meet our school's admission standards?"

"You don't even know what kind of person I am!" Zhao Menghua practically roared.

"So what?" the girl retorted, "Go ahead and complain if you want."

Zhao Menghua's face changed from red to white, then from white to green, and finally settled on a dark blue-green.

"Alright, stop wasting time here."

Chen Motong waved her hand, as if shooing away a fly: "Go out, don't disturb the other students' interviews."

Zhao Menghua stood there, his chest heaving violently, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He had lived for over a decade and had never suffered such humiliation.

"Fine, fine, fine." He laughed angrily, uttering three "fine"s in a row, his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth: "You just wait."

After saying that, he turned around abruptly, opened the door, and strode out.

The door slammed shut behind him with a loud whoosh.

The people outside were startled by his murderous appearance and quickly made way for him.

Zhao Menghua didn't look at anyone, walked straight through the crowd, and disappeared at the stairwell.

As Lu Mingfei watched his retreating figure, a sense of unease welled up within him.

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and walked into the conference room.

"Nono." He walked up to Chen Motong, his face filled with concern. "What's wrong? Why is Zhao Menghua so angry?"

Chen Motong was writing something on a document with her head down. When she heard this, she looked up at him and said casually, "It's nothing, he was just eliminated."

"Eliminated?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback. "So fast? He's only been here a short time?"

"One minute, please." Chen Motong shrugged. "One meeting is enough; there's no need to waste time."

Lu Mingfei didn't know what to say.

He recalled the look in Zhao Menghua's eyes as he left, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

"Nono, you have to be careful."

He said seriously, "Zhao Menghua still has some influence in this city. His family owns a company and knows a lot of people. Judging from the way he acted just now, he will definitely cause you trouble."

Upon hearing this, Chen Motong not only didn't get nervous, but instead smiled.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Lu Mingfei opened his mouth as if to say something, but Chen Motong had already changed the subject.

"Since you're already here, why don't you have an interview?"

She looked at Lu Mingfei and casually asked, "Do you want to go to Kassel College?"

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Of course he wanted to.

His uncle and aunt have completely disappeared, and now his only friend, Chu Zihang, is also leaving. If he doesn't leave, is he going to stay behind all by himself?

"Okay then."

Chen Motong picked up a pen, quickly scribbled a few lines on the form in front of her, then looked up and smiled at Lu Mingfei: "You've been accepted."

Lu Mingfei: "————Huh?"

Lu Mingfei was completely stunned.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Motong asked him patiently.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He felt like his mind was a little slow to process what he was going through.

Is it really that simple?

He prepared for so long, memorized so much English, practiced so many self-introductions, and this is the result? He was accepted with just one sentence?

"What's wrong?" Chen Motong couldn't help but laugh at his silly look. "You don't want to? Then I can change it—"

"Of course, of course, of course!" Lu Mingfei quickly interrupted her, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice. "Extremely willing! Very willing! Super willing!"

Even after he walked out the door, Lu Mingfei was still dizzy.

Seeing his expression, Chu Zihang immediately understood, nodded, and said congratulations.

Lu Mingfei wanted to laugh, but fearing that other classmates would notice, he decided to leave first.

They were planning to have dinner with Chen Motong that evening, so they went back to their rented apartment together. Lu Mingfei excitedly shared his joy with his good friend Lao Tang, who was far away in the United States.

Old Tang also showed great loyalty by saying that he would take Lu Mingfei out to play when he came to the United States.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, Lu Mingfei suddenly noticed a new friend request. The profile picture was of a pretty girl wearing a baseball cap.

Lu Mingfei recognized the profile picture; he had seen it frequently when he was active in the literary community.

It's the president, Chen Wenwen.

Lu Mingfei accepted the friend request with some confusion, wondering why the club president wanted to add him.

Before he could even ask, a long message arrived: "Lu Mingfei, something terrible has happened! Zhao Menghua sent people to intercept that interviewer, and we couldn't stop her. Is she your friend? You'd better think of something quickly, or it will cause irreparable consequences!"

Upon seeing this message, Lu Mingfei jumped to his feet, his face deathly pale.

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