He really had bet right.
The man in the white robe was friendly toward Qin Xin, not an enemy.
"Interesting, so he's the devoted type, huh? Playing that 'silently giving from behind the scenes' routine? Heh, I, Young Master, don't like that closet-pretending crap. I like doing it openly!"
As he spoke, he pressed the bell to let his subordinate in: "Idiot, someone came in and you didn't even notice!"
Then he gave detailed instructions: "Buy a bouquet of bluebells, wrap it in soft purple satin, don't tie a bow, string pearls together to fasten it, and send it to room 301 of the Divine Academy girls' dormitory."
"Wait, don't leave a name."
Hmph, he wasn't imitating that repressed show-off, he was maintaining a sense of mystery!
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Qin Xin got up a bit early that day.
On the way from the cafeteria to the classroom, when she passed by the sports field.
