Chapter 215: My Mistake

On stage, Liu Yunmi heard their whispered conversation, and her smile grew more intense.

She lifted her gaze, sweeping over the pair huddled in the back rows, cleared her throat, and said loudly: "The former director naturally got promoted, transferred to be vice‑principal! From now on, our Lan Lin Gaozhong will have to rely on you young masters and misses to bring us glory!"

As soon as she said that, many students in the class who had pricked up their ears burst into laughter, all turning their gazes in unison toward the two in the back.

"Director Liu, rest assured! The Business Competition championship is definitely going to our class's first team!"

"We have to bring glory to Lan Lin! Young Master Jiang and my goddess are going out there—Nan Feng's side won't be able to completely dominate us."

"Exactly, exactly! When we win the championship, Director Liu will have to treat us again!"

Mu Youyu noticed the gaze, quickly pulled her hand back, and pretended to flip the textbook on the desk.

She furtively glanced around, seeing everyone's attention shift back to Liu Yunmi, then turned her head and gently nudged Jiang Liangjin, her voice barely a whisper: "You're speaking too loudly."

Jiang Liangjin went along with her push, his body swaying slightly, and said, "My mistake."

He obediently admitted it, but his tone held no hint of apology—only indulgence: "Next time, speak softer, just for you to hear."

Mu Youyu's heart skipped at his tone; she reached out and lightly pinched his arm, the pressure as light as a tickle, muttering under her breath: "Smooth‑talker."

Yet she couldn't help but curl the corner of her lips.

Yu Ci, sitting behind them, cleared his throat, deliberately pinched his voice to imitate Jiang Liangjin's tone, drawing out the syllables: "My mis‑take~"

The trailing note rose high, thick with teasing, making several nearby students who had pricked up their ears struggle not to laugh.

Jiang Liangjin didn't even turn his head; his tone, completely different from how he spoke to Mu Youyu, was icy and full of disdain: "Shut up."

Yu Ci: "……"

Mu Youyu also couldn't help but curl the corner of her lips, quickly pulling out her language textbook as if to study, laying it flat on the desk, and said seriously in a low voice: "Cut it out, pay attention in class."

Liu Yunmi on stage also stopped laughing at the right moment and began her lecture.

Not long after, the dismissal bell rang and it was time for the practical class.

Jiang Liangjin tidied his books, stood up, and said, "Let's go, Your Highness the Princess, to the painting studio."

Mu Youyu also rose to her feet, "All right."

She could conveniently go over there to draw the design plans.

Gu Xingnan and Yu Ci hurried to follow, and the four of them chatted and laughed as they headed toward the practice building.

Just as they stepped into the elevator, two figures happened to walk in.

One of them was familiar—Jiang Siqian.

She obviously hadn't expected to run into them here, and quickly tugged her companion's sleeve, whispering a greeting: "Cousin, Sister Mu, Brother Gu, Brother Yu."

The girl beside her looked unfamiliar, probably a classmate; right now she was a little embarrassed, head lowered, not knowing what to say, so she simply turned her back, pretending to stare at the advertisement on the elevator wall, acting as if it were none of her business.

Yu Ci raised an eyebrow, said nothing, while Gu Xingnan nodded in response.

Mu Youyu showed little expression, "What a coincidence, are you having class here?"

Jiang Siqian answered with a sound.

After Gu Xingnan pressed the button for the fourth‑floor painting studio, there was a brief silence.

Jiang Siqian stepped forward and pressed the button for the third floor, pondered for a moment, then, recalling his mother Cheng Siqing's words, said carefully: "Sister Mu, Cousin, don't worry about Jiang Ji—he at most just puts on an act, he wouldn't dare pull any tricks behind your back."

As she spoke, she observed their expressions.

Since yesterday, when the old residence kept having trouble because of her father's accident, she had felt that her cousins would surely lump Jiang Ji together with Jiang Huan and Jiang Yun, fearing that they'd also come to dislike her and her mother by association.

Mu Youyu disliked the Jiang Huan family, so it was inevitable that she viewed Jiang Ji and Jiang Siqian through a biased lens.

Moreover, she had told her brothers about the Jiang family's affairs, not knowing how they would handle it.

For a moment, there was no reply.

Gu Xingnan and Yu Ci also exchanged a glance, remaining silent.

On the other hand, Jiang Liangjin lifted his eyes slightly, his gaze landing on the somewhat nervous face of Jiang Siqian, his tone indifferent: "He's not worth me making a move myself."

In other words, Jiang Ji wasn't worthy enough to be his opponent.