"Grandpa Mu, do you know what I'm going to say? You're so quick to refuse."
Old Master Mu rolled his eyes. "I know you too well. You just want to study at Luming Academy. I told you, you have to go to Headmaster Du about this."
Qiu Ling'er smiled sweetly, "Grandpa Mu, didn't you want to be the headmaster? I have a way."
Old Mu reached out and touched the two dimples on Qiu Ling'er's face, laughing a few times, taking it as a joke.
He wanted to continue serving as the headmaster, but the die was cast.
He slowly stroked his long beard and took another sip of tea.
Seeing Old Master Mu's calm and unhurried demeanor made Qiu Ling'er anxious. "Oh, Grandpa Mu, why don't you ask me what my solution is?"
Old Master Mu feigned profundity, stroking his beard: "Tell me, what terrible idea have you come up with this time?"
Qiu Ling'er's smile froze for a moment. "Grandpa Mu, look at what you're saying. It's not a bad idea, it's a good idea."
"Then... what's a good idea?" Seeing Qiu Ling'er's eyes darting around, Old Master Mu thought that she must be thinking of disguising herself as a man to sneak into the academy again.
In Mu Lao’s view, this move was tantamount to burying one’s head in the sand and deceiving oneself.
Qiu Ling'er supported Old Mu's arm with both hands.
“You can establish a unique girls’ academy in Baiyang, and then you’ll be the headmaster.”
"A girls' academy?" This idea left Elder Mu stunned for a long time.
This girl truly deserves to have a sister who's in business.
"Yes, a girls' academy."
"No, no, Ling'er, it's getting late. Grandpa Mu needs to rest. You should go back to sleep too."
As he spoke, Old Master Mu gently pushed Qiu Ling'er out of the house, then into the courtyard, and finally out of the courtyard gate.
Qiu Ling'er blinked her innocent big eyes, "Grandpa Mu, won't you reconsider?"
"There's nothing to consider."
As soon as Qiu Ling'er finished speaking, she saw Du Changjun standing in front of her holding a yellowed book. It seemed that he had come to ask Master Mu for guidance and answers to his questions.
"Sir..." Du Changjun was about to enter the courtyard when he saw Old Mu shut the gate shut with a bang without saying a word.
Du Changjun's hand froze in mid-air. He turned his head and saw Qiu Ling'er smirking. He asked unhappily, "Is it funny?"
Qiu Ling'er tilted her head to one side, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
Du Changjun glanced at Qiu Ling'er's small figure, then knocked loudly on the courtyard gate. "Sir, I've come to ask you about my studies. Please open the door."
Old Mu stretched and yawned in the courtyard. "I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Just then, suddenly, Old Mu's legs went weak, he clutched his stomach in pain, and curled up on the ground.
Outside the courtyard gate, Du Changjun saw the scene inside through the gate and hurriedly pushed the gate open.
He pushed and shouted, "Sir, sir, what's wrong?"
Hearing the sound, Qiu Ling'er hurried back and peered through the crack in the door to check the situation inside the courtyard.
Upon seeing this, she was startled, thinking to herself, "Grandpa Mu's stomach problems have flared up again."
She tried to push the gate open, but it had just been locked from the inside by Old Master Mu. Unable to do anything else, she turned and ran into her own courtyard.
"Sister, something terrible has happened! Grandpa Mu has fainted again!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yan threw down her calligraphy brush and quickly ran out of the courtyard.
Qiu Xu, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, also ran out of the courtyard.
At the entrance of Mu Lao's courtyard, Du Changjun paced anxiously. Seeing that Mu Lao was lying on the ground inside and unable to get in, he was very worried.
He opened his mouth, but when he saw Qiu Yan rushing to push open the door, he remembered the time Qiu Yan rescued Old Master Mu.
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