The villainous simp ignores the plot and mercilessly torments the female lead to tears.

"Unfortunately, my grandfather is a Martial Saint, Zhu Hang's grandfather is also a Martial Saint, and Qin Shao's father and second uncle are both Martial Saints. We are all qualified to participate directly."

"It's just that we didn't want to use these privileges before, making us seem too special, so we always participated through the selection process within the academy."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qiu felt a sudden panic, and then her mind went completely blank:

"No, this is impossible. Dongfang Bai, you're lying. You're lying."

Not only did she find this unbelievable, but even the students stared wide-eyed in shock at Qin Yan and the other two on the stage.

They were actually directly recommended to participate in the national elite selection competition?

This is not fair, this is so unfair.

Why should they be entitled to these privileges just because they come from a prominent family?

Why were they able to get the Martial Saint's recommendation?

“Sigh,” Dongfang Bai shook his head and said sarcastically, “Vice Dean Cheng, it’s okay if you don’t know. This is not your fault. After all, you are not a Martial Saint, and there is no Martial Saint in your family. It’s normal that no one told you these things.”

Seeing the confident expressions on Qin Yan and the other two's faces, Cheng Qiu realized that this matter might be true.

If Qin Yan and his group can really participate in the national elite selection competition directly through the Martial Saint's recommendation, what will happen to her? What about the resources of tens of thousands of students in the academy?

Just then, a male teacher behind her said, "Dean Cheng, you should contact Dean Jiang right away and ask if this is true."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qiu's eyes lit up, and he said, "Yes, yes, I'll ask Dean Jiang right away. He's also a Martial Saint, so he should know the truth of this matter."

So she hurriedly took out her phone and called Jiang Mingqing with great hope.

The call connected quickly, and Jiang Mingqing's tired voice came through: "Cheng Qiu, what's the matter?"

Cheng Qiu hurriedly asked, "Dean Jiang, I have a question for you. In the National Elite Selection Competition, can the Martial Saint directly recommend someone to participate?"

After asking that question, Cheng Qiu's heart pounded wildly. She prayed in her heart that it was all a lie, that it had to be a lie.

However, Jiang Mingqing's words shattered her illusions: "It's true, each Martial Saint can recommend one, but I'm currently under investigation and don't have that authority for the time being."

Clearly, he assumed Cheng Qiu was calling him to ask him to recommend students, so he shut her down immediately.

Upon hearing Jiang Mingqing's words, Cheng Qiu froze as if she had been glared at by a Gorgon, remaining motionless, and her phone fell to the ground from her hand.

However, because the phone was of good quality, it was not damaged and only bounced twice on the ground before lying there.

After a long while, Cheng Qiu finally came to her senses. She looked at Qin Yan with a pale face and said, "Young Master Qin, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I apologize to you. I hope you won't stop supporting the Beijing Martial Arts Academy. Please."

Seeing Cheng Qiu's change in attitude, Qin Yan couldn't help but sneer inwardly:

"This is impossible. I, Qin Yan, must keep my word. I hereby announce my formal withdrawal from the elite selection competition within the Beijing Martial Arts Academy. Goodbye, Vice Dean Cheng."

After saying that, he prepared to leave with Zhu Hang and Dongfang Bai.

But Cheng Qiu suddenly appeared and blocked their way, pleading, "Young Master Qin, you can't leave. I beg you, please don't cut off the resources for the Beijing Martial Arts Academy. I beg you."

The other teachers and students present felt quite uncomfortable seeing this; they never imagined that one day they would have to speak to a student in such a humble manner.

Dongfang Qingsong, on the other hand, looked delighted. Serves you right! I told you not to do it this way, but you insisted.

Now things have gone awry and there's no way to salvage the situation, so they're shamelessly begging for forgiveness again.