The start of the competition

"Haha, you're Lu Ming, right? I've heard this little girl LAN 'er mention you so many times, and I've long wanted to come and see you. En, en, now that I've seen you, you're indeed not bad, you can be called a Dragon among men."

The Vermillion Bird Hall's Dean sized Lu Ming up carefully, stroking his white beard and nodding his head.

"You're too kind, director!"

Lu Ming said humbly.

However, he was still a 16-year-old teenager after all. To be praised by such a Big Shot, he was still happy in his heart, and his face could not help but reveal a smile.

"Grandpa, don't praise him. Look at how proud he is!"

Mu Lan glanced at Lu Ming and said.

"Senior Sister Mu Lan, are you jealous? haha!" Lu Ming smiled.

"You're the one who's jealous. Boy, now that you're on the bronze list, you're getting bolder, aren't you?"

Mu Lan gritted her teeth and glared at Lu Ming fiercely.