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Chapter 1514. Qiao Xu, are you intentionally playing me?

Chapter 1514: 1514. Qiao Xu, are you intentionally playing me?

Once a person’s anger flares up, rationality will be blown away. Just now, she was pretending to be pitiful in front of Qiao Xu, but now she couldn’t keep it up anymore. When she heard Qiao Xu clearly implying that she only deserved to attend an ordinary elementary school, she became annoyed. The expression on her face faded as she said, "But I want to go to Yinghua, I don’t like any other school." She was very direct this time and her impatience was starting to show on her face. She obviously didn’t want to beat around the bush with Qiao Xu anymore. Qiao Xu was somewhat surprised. Could Chu Yun not bear it already, only moments after showing such a pitiful performance in front of him? She was already being so straightforward. Her tone was so strong, as if Qiao Xu was her birth mother and she wanted to attend Yinghua. Therefore, her "birth mother" should find a way to get her in.

What about Qiao Xu?

She was also "cheap."

The more natural something was for other people, the more it seemed like they were entitled to it. They acted like the whole world revolved around them. However, Qiao Xu didn’t go along with it.

"Since you want to go to Yinghua, why don’t you just submit your resume and attend the interview? You don’t have to specially come and tell me," she replied, changing the topic again.

Chu Yun became even more sure that Qiao Xu was doing this on purpose. A lump of blood clogged her heart and couldn’t come out, making her even more anxious. She said in a confrontational tone, "I already said that there’s no back door for me to get in, didn’t I?"

Her tone was aggressive and unintentionally raised a few decibels, indicating a hint of low roaring. After she finished "roaring," she paused and then became regretful and anxious. Seeing Qiao Xu’s expression remained unchanged, she quickly explained, "Teacher Qiao...""She wanted to speak, but Qiao Xu didn’t want to hear her out. She slightly raised her hand, stopping her from continuing. She had already stood up from the sofa. She was already ten centimeters taller than Chu Yun, and now that she was wearing a full-fledged black suit, the kind of momentum that the group’s president embodies, Chu Yun was instantly left at a loss. Chu Yun looked up at her, and for a moment, she felt as if there was a light on Qiao Xu that made her subconsciously want to avoid her gaze. Even thinking about creating some distance from her to avoid being suffocated was lingering in her mind. "It’s your business if you don’t have connections, there’s no need to come and tell me," she said as she walked towards the elevator. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had waited for her for hours, she wouldn’t want to say a word to her. When Chu Yun heard Qiao Xu refuse her so directly and resolutely, she remembered that in order to get the job, she had to put aside her dignity and ingratiatingly please Qiao Xu, but Qiao Xu still rejected her like this. She was instantly furious. "Qiao Xu, are you deliberately deceiving me?" Her voice was a little loud, and everyone in the lobby was attracted by her voice. Qiao Xu’s face became stern. It seemed that Chu Yun really didn’t care about her face. Before she turned around, Chu Yun walked up to her with anger, her cheap high heels making a clacking sound in the lobby. "Since you don’t want to help me, why waste my time talking to me here?" She accused Qiao Xu of wasting her time by blocking her here. Qiao Xu looked at Chu Yun’s angry expression, and it seemed that she really thought that way. She couldn’t help but pull up the corners of her mouth and smile. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Didn’t you wait for me here the whole time?"

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