What Makes You Think You Can Get It?

Feng Wu liked this teacher and gave her a nod. "I'm here to register for Imperial College's entrance exam."

"Registration?"

The pretty blond and blue-eyed teacher was the first to react. She rose to her feet, went up to Feng Wu, and looked her up and down. She only asked with a frown after a long moment, "Who are you helping to register?"

She asked this because she couldn't detect any spiritual essence in Feng Wu.

"Myself," Feng Wu said calmly.

The blond teacher was called Qiao Yi, and she considered herself a beauty and was well-known in Imperial College for her good looks. However, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of her own unseemliness when she saw Feng Wu.

Ergo, she didn't like Feng Wu.

People could be strange this way: they didn't really need a reason to find another person unlikeable.

"Yourself? You've got to be kidding me!" Qiao Yi stared at Feng Wu with wide open eyes. "How? You don't have any spiritual essence at all!"