Wang Hu suppressed the reluctance and regret in his heart. He understood the principal's mind was made up and could only let out a small sigh before changing the subject:
"The procedure is simple. I've already prepared the application form. According to school regulations, the first-class scholarship can only be decided after the final overall rankings are announced. The process is complex, and the number of awards is fixed. With the semester about to end, I'm afraid it's too late to apply for it, and we can't make an exception."
"It's fine." Huang Yuanting's gaze returned to the screen, his expression softening slightly:
"I'll grant him a special dispensation for this semester's second-class scholarship, in the amount of ten thousand yuan. This money should solve his immediate problems and be enough to buy some basic Qi and Blood Potions. Notify him to get the paperwork done as soon as the assessment is over."
