I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?-Chapter 112: Brazenly Opening the Back Door

’He was already in his fifties. Calling a little girl who was only a few years old ’Senior Sister’ was something he really couldn’t bring himself to do.’

"Dean, one of them was late, and the other isn’t wearing the academy uniform. They should both be expelled from the academy," Sang Rui said, standing up.

"Seventh Prince, the academy’s affairs are for the dean to decide. There is no need for your input. Sit down," Dean Zhang rebuked him. ’Expel them? You can try expelling one and see what happens.’

Sang Rui snorted but didn’t dare to defy him.

"Are you sure you want to be in this class?" Dean Zhang asked.

Ye Qianning nodded.

"Then go find a seat."

Sang Rui: "..."

The students: "..."

"I want to sit next to him." Ye Qianning grabbed Sang Zhi’s arm with both her little hands.

Dean Zhang glanced over. "Go on, then. Everyone, back to your seats."

Sang Zhi was astonished. ’Since when was the dean this easygoing?’

"Thank you, Dean," Ye Qianning said happily, pulling Sang Zhi’s arm as they walked toward the back.

As they passed the seats at the front, the students all turned their heads. ’How could the dean so blatantly bend the rules for them?’

At the academy, even princes were punished without exception if they violated the student code. This little girl had broken several rules since the moment she walked in, yet the dean didn’t even scold her?

’Just who is this kid?’

Sang Zhi was still in a daze even after sitting down. But if it hadn’t been for her, he knew things would not have ended well for him today.

The classroom seats were all single desks, with some empty spots in the middle. Ye Qianning stood still, took a look, then grabbed the leg of a desk and started dragging it next to Sang Zhi.

The desks were made of solid wood and were extremely heavy, but Ye Qianning pulled it with ease. The sight made everyone’s foreheads darken. ’So it’s true, the chubby ones are strong.’

Ye Qianning pushed the desk right up against Sang Zhi’s, then turned to move a chair.

"You can’t put the desks like that," Sang Zhi whispered, secretly glancing toward the dean.

Ye Qianning placed the chair in front of the desk. "I just want to be a little closer to you."

’Closer to him?’

Sang Zhi froze for a moment. Everyone else wanted to stay far away from him because he was considered a bad omen from birth. Even at the academy, no one sat near him, which was why the dean had assigned him a seat at the very back.

Besides his third brother, no one had ever treated him like this.

Dean Zhang couldn’t bear to watch. ’Just let her do whatever she wants,’ he thought. ’I can’t control her anyway!’

"Dean, this Prince is not convinced," Sang Rui said, gritting his teeth as he watched.

"If you’re not convinced, then get out!"

"...If the dean protects them like this, aren’t you afraid the rest of us will follow their example?"

"If the Seventh Prince wishes to follow their example, you are free to try," said Dean Zhang.

"Try, I will!" Sang Rui was so furious he was practically fuming.

Dean Zhang couldn’t be bothered with him. He slapped his book a couple of times. "Class is now in session."

Sang Zhi opened his book. Noticing Ye Qianning didn’t have one, he gently pushed his book toward her. "Can you see?"

Ye Qianning sat on her chair, her little feet dangling above the floor. She craned her neck for a look, then pushed the book back to him with her small hand. "I’m not looking."

"Then just listen to as much of the dean’s lecture as you can. I’ll go over it with you again after class," Sang Zhi said.

"You just focus on your book." Ye Qianning rested her head on her folded arms, gazing at Sang Zhi with an irrepressible smile.

’All that fortune value... he’s my benefactor.’

’Expanding my territory in the future will all depend on him. I’d better guard this treasure well.’

At the front, Dean Zhang lectured, his eyes occasionally darting toward Ye Qianning. ’It’s fine if she sleeps, as long as she doesn’t cause any trouble.’

The class period was quite long. Ye Qianning took a nap and woke up to find the dean still lecturing with his book in hand. Utterly bored, she turned her head to watch the little stick-in-the-mud studying so earnestly.

’I have to admit,’ she thought, ’Sang Zhi is really good-looking.’