"Yes, Principal, I would like to register for this edition of the design competition," Mi Yao got straight to the point.
The Principal was about to speak, but at that moment, Feng An'an cut in, "Mi Yao, I'm sorry, but you're a step too late. The registration for the design competition has already closed."
The Principal was stunned.
Seeing the Principal's expression, Mi Yao knew Feng An'an was lying, "But I just saw on the column that the registration deadline is tomorrow. Why has it been brought forward?"
"Mi Yao, this was a temporary decision by the school and the designers, and we haven't had the chance to issue a notice yet. In any case, stop arguing here. You no longer have a chance to participate in the design competition!"
"Oh, is that so? Does that mean I have no chance now that I'm here to register?" A soft, glutinous voice rang out at that moment.
Mi Yao turned her head and saw a graceful figure entering—it was Li Qianrui.
