The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 917 - 916 Su Luo: The Big Shots Are Competing to Take Revenge for Me

Chapter 917: Chapter 916 Su Luo: The Big Shots Are Competing to Take Revenge for Me

Lu Mian has always protected her own people.

The hierarchical injustice in the chess academy ran so deep, Su Luo had suffered countless indignities, both openly and secretly.

This was something she wouldn’t stand for.

If they dared to expel Su Luo like this, they’d better be prepared to beg her to come back.

While she was scrolling through her phone, Jing Pei reached out from across the table and stopped her movements.

Su Luo and La Wenwen looked up, holding their breath nervously.

Deep down, they couldn’t help but fear this unpredictable master, especially since Master Jing had a good relationship with the academy. This could spell trouble...

Just as the two of them were growing increasingly uneasy, Jing Pei lazily fanned himself and said, "Why do *you* need to get involved? Let me handle this!"

Lu Mian glanced up at Jing Pei with a calm look and said, "Go ahead."

She temporarily set aside the idea of asking Sikong Jian to intervene.

Sikong Jian, being connected to the Presidential Residence, could easily remove an unworthy chess academy director.

Jing Pei, looking as if he’d been given a grand task, happily pulled out his phone.

Su Luo: ...I can’t even imagine a day where powerful figures would compete to stand up for me.

La Wenwen: ...I can’t believe that someone as esteemed as Master Jing would willingly take our side as nobodies!

Jing Pei didn’t hesitate at all. Without even asking for the specifics, he picked up his phone and directly dialed Zhuge Heng—all because of Lu Mian’s influence.

"Director Zhuge, isn’t it? I have something to ask you about two people."

On the other end, Zhuge Heng replied with utmost deference, "Master Jing, please ask away."

Jing Pei, whose memory was surprisingly sharp, took a glance at the two girls, and his tone darkened immediately: "Su Luo and La Wenwen are students at your chess academy, correct?"

In his office, Zhuge Heng fell silent for a moment.

Judging by Master Jing’s tone, he didn’t sound pleased.

Could it be that these two students had done something to anger Master Jing?

Beside him, Zhuge Lin hurriedly shook her head, signaling for Zhuge Heng not to admit anything.

After all, she had come to the office to file a complaint. Su Luo and La Wenwen had embarrassed her publicly and walked away without looking back during the academy’s busiest time. Why keep slackers like that around?

They’re nothing more than two insignificant nobodies from out of town. Expelling them didn’t matter.

Zhuge Heng initially had some reservations about the decision; the girls hadn’t committed any major violations, and expulsion could damage the academy’s reputation.

But now, involving Master Jing made him waver instantly.

"Master Jing, please don’t be upset. These two students violated academy rules and have already been expelled."

He spoke with conviction, while Zhuge Lin nodded emphatically, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Jing Pei let out an indifferent "Oh," his tone even colder: "So, you’re saying they’re no longer part of the academy?"

"That’s right! Their actions are entirely personal and have no connection to the academy. Master Jing, why are you so angry? Did something happen?"

Jing Pei fell silent for a few seconds, making Zhuge Heng break into a cold sweat.

A moment later.

"Oh, nothing much. I just happened to bump into these two kids and found them quite likable, so I wanted to chat with them a bit. Initially, I planned to ask you for a leave of absence for them, but I guess that’s unnecessary now. Ha ha ha..."

Those final, chilling laughs sent shivers down Zhuge Heng’s spine, leaving him dumbstruck.

Jing Pei’s eccentric nature and knack for unsettling people was a force to be reckoned with.

Casually, he added, "By the way, I hit it off with these kids, so I won’t be attending your human-machine tournament."

!!!

Zhuge Heng finally snapped out of his daze!

He never expected Master Jing’s true intentions after all that roundabout talk—to appreciate Su Luo and La Wenwen instead of causing trouble for them!

But wasn’t Master Jing’s tone earlier so harsh...?

Now Zhuge Heng understood: this was Master Jing deliberately holding him accountable to stick up for Su Luo!

He shot a glare at Zhuge Lin, and his demeanor abruptly shifted by 360 degrees.

"Master Jing, I acted out of anger earlier. Those two kids just made a small mistake—they were a bit careless. If they write an apology letter admitting their fault, the academy can’t seriously expel them! I was just scaring them a bit."

Neither Master Jing nor Su Luo and La Wenwen believed him. Listening to his words was nauseating.

Moments ago, he fiercely severed ties with them; now he was backpedaling.

Changing with the wind was one thing, but brazenly lying was another. Clearly, it was Zhuge Lin causing trouble—what did it have to do with them!

Jing Pei apathetically muttered an "Mm," which came across icy even over the phone.

Zhuge Heng rushed to salvage the situation, awkwardly smiling: "Master Jing, the tournament is ready. Everyone’s waiting for you. How about those two kids bring you back to the academy so we can talk? Should I speak to Su Luo directly?"

Jing Pei switched his phone to speaker mode, allowing everyone to hear without handing his phone over.

Su Luo, proud by nature, would never admit fault when it wasn’t her mistake. Feeling disheartened, she refused outright.

"Director Zhuge, sorry. I don’t think I did anything wrong. Since you’ve expelled me, I won’t be coming back."

Zhuge Heng was smacked down with a firm rebuttal.

Jing Pei bellowed with gusto, "Director Zhuge, did you hear that?"

"Come on, Master Jing. She’s just a kid being unreasonable. As a chess academy student, if she refuses to return, where else can she go? Su Luo, stop acting up. Are you trying to make the director personally come and ask you back?"

He said it as if getting Su Luo back into the academy would be a huge favor to her.

Lu Mian had never liked this kind of hierarchy; she particularly detested the condescending tone Zhuge Heng carried in his words.

Her fingers pinched the delicate teacup, gently placing it back on the table with a sound that interrupted Zhuge Heng’s monologue.

With an icy demeanor, she spoke, "It was you who declared their expulsion. You said they have no ties to the academy, and now you’re desperately trying to drag them back?"

"Wait—you? Lu Mian? You’re all together?"

Zhuge Heng suddenly felt uneasy. He didn’t yet understand what had transpired, but something told him today’s match might not go smoothly...

Whether Su Luo returned wasn’t important. What mattered was Master Jing’s attendance!

"Master Jing, I think there might be a misunderstanding. Oh, Lu Mian—she’s the one I mentioned before, who played all the winning moves. Once you come to the academy, I’ll explain everything to you!"

Lu Mian twirled the teacup in her hands, her expression faintly mocking.

Su Luo said nothing.

Jing Pei’s tone was leisurely, "Wherever these three kids are, that’s where I’ll be."

Zhuge Heng: ...Is this Master Jing???

Lu Mian’s fingertips lightly tapped the table, delivering her ultimatum, "If you want Su Luo back, bring your sincerity to the tea house."

"Exactly! Good students—you declare them expelled, then demand their return? How big is your ego?!" Jing Pei echoed emphatically.

Zhuge Heng: ...Is Master Jing possessed or what?!

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