A Variety of Stationery for Mediocre Students

Seeing the golden light twinkling in the little girl's eyes, Wen Jing couldn't help but smile. She nodded in agreement with her words and said, "Alright then, let's reserve his qualification to participate in the Mystery Sect Conference for now. We'll see how he performs in the future."

"Mhmm!" Zhouzhou vigorously nodded her little head. Whether he performed well or not was no longer her concern. A sheep without any wool to be sheared wasn't worth putting in much effort for.

With that in mind, Wen Jing looked at Cen Zhiyuan with a smile and said, "Big Fool, Grandpa has saved your qualification to participate in the Mystery Sect Conference. Don't you think you should give Grandpa a gift?"

She said it outright, straightforwardly, to the point that one could not even pretend that he did not understand.

Her shamelessness exceeded even that of her Ancestral Master!

At least her Ancestral Master would come up with some pretense for competition, but she just directly asked.