The western restaurant outside the Royal Academy.

Qin Wenrou ate steak with a knife and fork, thinking about how she had already uncovered the secret of Qin Xin’s blood type. All she needed now was evidence of the Qin Family selling blood to the Nalan Family, and she could use it to slap Qin Xin in the face. This thought filled her with satisfaction.

"Brother Jun, I heard you got first place in the written test today, that’s amazing!" She looked across the table at Lan Yingjun, who couldn’t even be bothered to pick up his knife and fork and had no interest in his steak, and praised exaggeratedly.

Lan Yingjun had no appetite at all. Hearing Qin Wenrou’s compliment felt more like swallowing a fly: "If it weren’t for Lan Qingxin, that ugly, we would have done even better."

Clearly, Qin Wenrou hadn’t been to the auditorium today, so she didn’t know about his embarrassing score of 59. Naturally, he blamed Lan Qingxin for it.

Qin Wenrou rolled her eyes: "Brother Jun, actually, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say."

Lan Yingjun, in a bad mood, flatly refused: "Then don’t say it."

Qin Wenrou was momentarily speechless, but she didn’t give up. Instead, her smile softened even more, like a flower that understood speech:

"Brother Jun, actually, your first place in the written test already proves your strength. As for tomorrow’s surgery, couldn’t you... be a bit more reserved, a bit more modest, just a little bit?"

Lan Yingjun frowned: "What do you mean?"

Qin Wenrou was hinting at something.

Who was he supposed to be modest to?

Qin Wenrou lowered her voice: "Brother Jun, do you remember Miss Jun? The eldest Miss Jun Ruyi from the President Mansion, the one who recently invested in our company."

Lan Yingjun: "Yeah."

She’s the benefactor, of course he’d remember.

Qin Wenrou: "Miss Jun came to me this morning asking me to tell you that in tomorrow’s competition, the Royal Academy team must win the championship. Your team can be second place or third place, just not champions."

Lan Yingjun frowned: "So what if she’s the eldest daughter from the President Mansion? Why can’t we win the championship?"

Qin Wenrou: "Don’t get upset yet, Brother Jun. Miss Jun said that as long as you manage to stop the Imperial University team from winning the championship, she’ll add another ten million to your investment. Brother Jun, we’ll have twenty million in cash flow! Isn’t this deal a good one?"

Although Lan Yingjun was her backup, his company was basically hers too, so of course, she had to plan and consider for him.

Lan Yingjun was dumbfounded by this news.

Jun Ruyi was actually offering ten million to buy his right to give up the championship.

He was momentarily at a loss: "How can this be, I’m the team captain, losing would be so humiliating."

Qin Wenrou laughed: "Brother Jun, how can losing be your fault? Your team has other members, you’re the best among them. If you lose, it’ll naturally be because they made mistakes or were stupid. How can it be blamed on you? At most... they’ll just blame you for not mentoring or leading them well enough."

She had even thought of excuses and a way out for him.

Lan Yingjun pondered for a moment, his heart already wavering.

He certainly longed for the title of champion team in the National Medical Competition.

But on the one hand, his company needed money more urgently, and the urge to gather investment was even more pressing.

On the other hand, Imperial University had won the championship for the past few years, all under Qin Xin’s leadership as captain.

Even if he won the championship as captain this year, others would only say he maintained the historical performance, not that he created any remarkable record.

His glory would always be overshadowed by Qin Xin’s former three consecutive championships.