"This little lass certainly has her own ideas. Impressive. She might just grow up to be a great literary figure." Dean Chen was even more delighted. Even he wouldn't dare suggest altering the script, so this little girl had real audacity.
"The literary world is for the soft and weak. I prefer martial prowess—if anyone has a problem, I'll just beat them up," Ye Qianning said. Then, she went back to teasing the bird with a small spoon, making little clicking noises.
The tutor's face turned green. "Dean, did you hear that? If all the academy's students start imitating her, our reputation will be ruined!"
"My Direct Disciple doesn't count as a regular student. The little lass is naturally carefree, so just let her be," Dean Chen said with a chuckle.
"Dean!"
The tutor was exasperated. She had already led several students astray.
"For my Direct Disciple, being at the academy is like being in her own home."
