Several seconds passed.
Jing Zhichen finally emerged from that state of shock and stammered, "Miss Lan, what did you just say?"
Qin Xin remained calm and repeated, "The dean is here. Help me cover up later. Take action during the award ceremony; distract him a bit, and I will act accordingly."
Jing Zhichen nodded, "Okay."
This was a truly valuable trust.
She didn't ask someone else to do it but entrusted him alone to complete it perfectly and not betray her trust.
All the competition events were completed, and the students and mentors gathered in front of the podium.
The long-absent dean made a rare appearance. He was a portly old man, waving a feather fan, sitting in the center of the podium, smiling at the students, much like a mother hen gazing at her chicks.
"Good, good, why has the award ceremony not started yet?" The old dean was very amiable, without any official airs, urging the referee mentor to hurry up with the award process.
