Chapter 62: Three Schools Snatching her away

Song Yuecheng saw that he was silent and asked, "Xiao Jue, are you willing to enter our Molk?"

Ding ding ding!

Before Ling Jue could say anything, Ling Zhensheng's phone rang. He smiled apologetically and picked up the call.

"Huh? What? You're at the door?!" He was a little surprised and hung up the phone. "Xiao Xiao, go open the door. There's a guest here."

"Oh, okay." Ling Xiao quickly ran out when he heard that.

When he ran to the door, he saw several people standing at the door. Among them was someone he was familiar with. "Principal?"

"Ling Xiao, is your father at home?''

"Yes, wasn't it you who called my father just now?"

"No." The principal of No. 1 High School smiled and quickly walked into his house.

"It was me who called just now." The principal of Qingcheng High School smiled and walked in as well.

Ling Xiao was confused. What was going on?

Ling Jue leaned against the sofa and looked at the two people who walked in with an indifferent expression.

"Lord Jue, these two people. The one in front with the red bow tie is the principal of No. 1 High School, and the one in the back with the gray tie is the principal of Qingcheng," Tang Yuan explained to her while lying on her lap.

"..." Ling Jue raised her eyebrows slightly. They were both here for her. Why?

Just because she was the second best in the entire province?

Then why didn't she go to the first house?

"Principal Cheng! Principal Lin!" Ling Zhensheng quickly stood up to welcome them. Both of them had powerful identities. He did not expect them to come to his house at the same time today.

"Governor Ling's child is really outstanding. I'll be frank with you. I'm here today to deliver the admission letter to Ling Jue." Principal Cheng looked at him with a smile, but he was sizing up Ling Jue who was sitting on the sofa from the corner of his eye.

This kid is really handsome. He really has both talent and good looks. He could not help but be secretly amazed.

"I see." Ling Zhensheng's face was a little stiff.

"Our Qingcheng Academy also welcomes Ling Jue very much. We are willing to waive all the tuition fees and other fees for three years," Principal Lin said straightforwardly.

"Hehe... Everyone, take a seat first." Ling Zhensheng did not want to offend anyone. It was a little difficult for him to do so for the time being...

Ling Ying, who was sitting on the sofa, almost ground her teeth. Ling Jue was actually so powerful.

The three most powerful principals of Yunhai province came to invite her.

"Hehe, so it's the two of you." Molk was one of the top schools in Yunhai province, with the best facilities in the country. Therefore, even though he was only a vice principal, Song Yuecheng was not as cowardly as the other two.

They had met each other before. Each time they met and competed for the best students, he would always meet these two people.

Of course, every time, Molk won.

"So it's Vice Principal Song. You Molk are here to steal people again."

"Vice-Principal Song came quite early."

"..."

Ling Jue held Tang Yuan's body with both hands and let it roll around on her lap. She was having a lot of fun with it.

"Lord Jue, they're going to fight later. Keke." Tang Yuan could feel the ******* between the three people and could not help but giggle.

"Oh." Ling Jue continued to play with Tang Yuan. She looked up at the three people who were mocking each other. Were these people really that bored?

"Ahem, the three of you can sit down first." Ling Zhensheng had a helpless look on his face. If he was thinking about the future of his child, he would definitely send him to Molk.

However, the two of them could not refuse him, so the situation was at a stalemate.

"I remember that Ling Jue's request only listed Molk," Song Yuecheng laughed coldly. "So, please stop struggling."

"We will immediately introduce all kinds of equipment to our school. We are also building our own laboratory recently. I think Ling Jue doesn't know much about our school. I'm willing to show him around."

"So is our Qingcheng."

"..."