Accustomed to having a debt

Ye Wanwan felt her lips twitching as she looked at the grinning headmaster. How did that saying go…

Old ginger is spicier than young ginger. This old ginger actually tricked her!

"Ah, Worriless, three million honor points isn't some small sum… You should know that, right? You see how I didn't hassle you all those years when you were gone from the Independent State? You must've returned here today to repay those honor points, right?"

The headmaster questioned her in good humor.

Ye Wanwan: "…"

Ye Wanwan didn't refute this point. Forget about three million mercenary honor points. Even if it was 17 or 18 hundred thousand, she couldn't manage to gather that amount, so she could imagine what an astronomical number three million honor points were.

However, what she couldn't understand was how she owed so many honor points back then.

"Worriless, why aren't you talking?" the headmaster asked.