Chapter 2897: Not to Reciprocate Was Against Etiquette
Initially, Qiao Mu remained unaware of Ming Asi's commendable act within the dining hall. As she, along with Qi Xuanxuan and their companions, approached the dining area, they were greeted by a sizable gathering at its entrance. Small clusters of people stood conversing in twos and threes, gesturing and observing something with keen interest.
Upon Qiao Mu's arrival, these individuals abruptly silenced themselves and exchanged knowing glances with her.
Qiao Mu found herself perplexed by this strange behavior. As she approached and set eyes on the marriage contract, her anger surged to a boiling point.
Beneath the marriage contract, a small note caught her attention, bearing the name "Classmate Qiao."
Lu Yu and the others were equally taken aback, their collective gaze turning towards Qiao Mu. "Qiaoqiao, what's happening here?"
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"This is insane!" Qiao Mu muttered through clenched fists, tearing the marriage contract and note from their place with a forceful gesture. She confronted a snickering student from Baron and inquired, "Where can I find Ming Asi?"
The Baron student shrank back, tentatively gesturing toward the dining hall's second floor.
Qiao Mu shot up like a rocket, leaping over the railing to reach the second floor in a flash. She was barely able to contain the raging fury that threatened to consume her.
Like a fierce lion cub, she sprinted toward a private room's door and, with a mighty kick, sent it flying open.
The man inside, sporting an irritated expression, leapt to the room's center and bellowed sternly. He then seized a stool and hurled it toward the door.
Upon collision, wood splinters scattered in every direction. However, a watery, translucent barrier materialized in the midst of the chaos, shielding the debris from impacting the room's interior.
Achir promptly sprung up from her seat, fixing a fierce gaze upon the intruding Qiao Mu. She exclaimed angrily, "What do you think you're doing?"
Achir's eyes glinted with anger as she casually launched a clump of dirt directly at Qiao Mu's face.
"Achir, cease this," Asi's cold voice cut through the tension.
Nevertheless, Achir's resolve had crumbled, leaving her with no intention of retracting her dirt ball.
The earthen sphere hurtled relentlessly towards Qiao Mu's face at a remarkable speed.
Miss Qiao's countenance remained unnaturally composed and stern. She wielded a radiant and exquisite power, enveloping Achir's dirt ball with a sudden surge of luminous and vital spiritual energy. It was as if an ethereal, radiant Viscount had taken control of the earthen projectile, cradling it effortlessly in her palm.
Achir was taken aback by this extraordinary display of control, a creeping sense of unease washing over her.
She had an ominous premonition.
"Achir, move!" Ali cried out in alarm.
In the blink of an eye, the dirt ball that Achir had thrown rebounded with triple the velocity towards her own face.
"Ahh!" Achir's fright rendered her momentarily immobile, her body frozen in place as the mud ball approached.
A swift figure darted to her side, gripping her collar and forcefully flinging her onto a nearby stool.
Bang! Achir's rear hit the stool with a painful impact, eliciting a loud, pained yelp as she grimaced and cast a resentful glance at Asi.
Meanwhile, Ming Asi had repositioned himself where Achir once stood. He expertly manipulated the returning dirt ball with a single hand. In his grasp, the earthen sphere displayed an astonishing level of obedience, twirling gracefully between his slender fingers as spiritual energy diffused and flowed into his five digits.
Thin lips pursed, he fixed his hawk-like gaze upon the young lady before him.
What a ruthless resolve she possessed!