"You..." Her voice was still soothing, more hesitant than before.
"Hello, professor. I'm here to register for the transfer student entrance exam." Qu Lingyuan tugged at her skirt awkwardly.
It was a relief that the professor didn't jump in surprise at her "strange outfit".
The professor seemed not to hear what she said and continued what she had begun but had not finished: "You...your clothes..."
Qu Lingyuan pursed her lips, her expression bitter, and prepared for another big show.
She lowered her head, tugging at the hem of her skirt, tears welling up in her eyes: "I... I don't know where this dress came from. My family was poor, and I've been living alone since my parents passed away. This is my mother's dress..."
The professor was a kind-hearted person. Upon hearing her pleading, he immediately stood up from his desk and pulled Qu Lingyuan to the small cubicle next to him.
"Honey, don't cry. You must have received a lot of strange looks along the way. This is the lounge in my office. There are some of my old clothes here. I see that our body shapes are similar. If you don't mind, you can wear them first." The pity on the professor's face made Qu Lingyuan feel quite shy.
But on second thought, she was indeed very poor now and had no money at all.
The professor took her to the lounge, found two skirts, and walked out.
"You change first, I'll prepare the entrance examination application form for you." She said with a kind face and considerately closed the door for Qu Lingyuan.
"Okay, thank you, Professor."
Qu Lingyuan was not used to wearing this kind of clothes. After changing, she walked out of the house a little embarrassedly and was praised by the professor.
The application form had been prepared, with several blank spaces where she needed to fill in basic information such as her name and age.
Qu Lingyuan filled out the form by writing and making up the answers, and handed it to the professor.
The professor signed in the lower right corner: Langara.
"Qu... Ling... Yuan...? Your name is really hard to pronounce. Let's go. This application form still needs to be stamped by the dean. I'll go with you." Professor Langara smiled gently and stood up from his seat.
She was just about to lead Qu Lingyuan out when there was a sudden knock on the door.
After being called in, a boy suddenly pushed the door open and before entering the room, he stood at the doorway and shouted, "Professor Langara! There's a conflict between students from two campuses. I need you to go over there and take a look."
Langala was stunned for a second, then turned hesitantly to look at Qu Lingyuan.
Qu Lingyuan smiled and waved her hand: "It's fine with me. Professor, go ahead. I can get the dean to stamp the application form myself."
Langara looked regretful as he handed her the application form and followed the hurried boy out of the office.
The application form in her hand was made of kraft paper and felt very thick. Qu Lingyuan had not expected that getting the application form would be so easy. She even got a piece of clothing for free. She walked excitedly towards the dean's office.
Boom boom boom——
She knocked politely again.
"Come in."
This time, a low, slow and steady male voice sounded from inside the door, so pleasant that it could make people stunned.
Qu Lingyuan grasped the handle of the dark brown carved wooden door and pushed it open to enter the room.
"Dean, you..."
Looking up, I saw a man leaning back in a chair, his straight and slender legs resting on the table, holding an unknown book in his hand, with a lazy and casual posture.
His skin was unusually pale, devoid of any color, and his black hair was like thick ink spilled on white paper, framing his handsome face that looked down upon the gods. Squinting his eyes, his pupils were a pure crimson that sent chills down one's fingertips.
"Is this... the male lead?" Qu Lingyuan swallowed her saliva and asked Yi Ling silently.
"Well, you guessed right." Yi Ling nodded.
Before Qu Lingyuan could even open her mouth, Troy chuckled and threatened, "Human, you'd better stop staring at me like that..."
His voice was quite gentle, but for some reason it sounded so creepy. When he opened his mouth to speak, his pair of fangs were exposed, and they looked very sharp.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qu Lingyuan lowered her head in panic, covering her chest uncontrollably, her heart beating wildly inside.
Fortunately, the other party just glanced at her lightly and then looked away, otherwise she might have been sucked into those blood-red eyes.
"Tell me what's the matter. My mother is not here, so I have the final say." Troy fixed his eyes on the book, his tone full of nonchalance.
"I'm here to stamp the application form..." Qu Lingyuan's voice was so low, just loud enough to be heard.
She hesitantly moved closer, lowered her brows and obediently placed the application form on the table.
Troy looked up at her again, a wicked smile on his face.
The transfer student this time is quite pretty. Although a little dull, she is not as annoying as those crazy fans.
He opened the drawer and took out a bronze metal seal. Black magic elements flowed out from his fingertips and he rubbed it around the seal pattern before stamping it on the application form.
A gorgeous black bat pattern appeared on the application form, exuding the breath of black magic, lifelike and full of mystery.
"Thank you! Um, next... where should I go?" Qu Lingyuan looked at the application form on the table with joy, her eyes sparkling.
Troy frowned suddenly, and he put the book upside down on the table and asked, "Black pupils?"
Qu Lingyuan belatedly touched her eyelids.
Of course she had black eyes, but... Professor Langara just now had blue eyes, and the pupils of the classmates she met on the road were all colorful. She had indeed never seen anyone with black eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" She looked at Troy in confusion.
Troy lowered his legs off the table, stood up, and walked over to her.
There was a big height difference between the two of them. He bent down with a smile on his face. “It is said that black pupils are a symbol of the devil.”
Qu Lingyuan looked innocent: "Are there demons in this world?"
"I haven't seen it, but it doesn't necessarily mean it hasn't happened." Troy bent down a little deeper, put his face close to Qu Lingyuan's neck, and took a deep breath. "You smell delicious."
Cultivating immortals is different from practicing magic. A cultivator who practices the great way of immortality will become closer and closer to a god, and even his physical constitution will change. It is normal that the smell of his blood is different from that of ordinary people, but for vampires, this smell is full of temptation.
Troy had never met anyone with such a smell before. If she hadn't been as white and tender as a baby rabbit, he might have really mistaken her for a devil.
The goose bumps on Qu Lingyuan's body floated on her skin with his breathing. She didn't say anything, just stared at him with her almond-shaped eyes.
To Troy, black represented mystery, but he had never seen such clear black pupils before, which gave him an urge to possess them.
After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "How are you going to pass the entrance exam if you don't have any magical fluctuations?"
Qu Lingyuan suddenly panicked. Was she discovered?
"I…"
Before she could reply, Troy reached over, grabbed the application from the table, and slapped it over her face.
When his slender white fingers left, they curled the hair on her temples. He even whispered in her ear, "Behave well. If you can't pass, come to me and I'll open a backdoor for you."
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