"No need," Qiu Xuezheng waved his hand.
He stared intently at the direction of the office door.
By his side, the director had just arrived not long ago and was looking at a large character that Principal had just shown them, written by Bai Lian earlier with a wolf hairbrush.
The paper had been taken by the photographer for additional shots; the Principal only had a photo.
"I think you're right," the director whispered to Qiu Xuezheng, "We really might have a chance."
The two were in the midst of their conversation.
The door gently creaked, and Qiu Xuezheng and the director immediately looked up to see a slender silhouette.
The person bowed his head slightly, with long, pale, and cold fingers on the door, drifting in lazily as the door pushed open, a cool jade-like brilliance softly filling the space.
It was a girl.
The director and Qiu Xuezheng both withdrew their gazes.
Both had subconsciously assumed that such characters could only be written by a boy.