Recommendation ticket
Chang'an Academy uniform
"Good." Chen Xiaojun gave a slight dip of his chin, and that tense face finally eased a little.
After that, he no longer kept his gaze on them, but slowly turned toward Zhuang Mochen and the other two.
Seeing this, Chu Youwei and the others let out a small breath of relief. The pressure this kid gave off was no joke; the aura of intimidation around him was like Mount Tai bearing down on them, pressing so hard they could barely breathe.
Chen Xiaojun walked to Zhuang Mochen's side, lightly lifted the hem of his robe, and slowly sat down. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the fine grain of the huanghuali wood, as if he were pondering something.
Zhuang Mochen did not speak. He merely met Chen Xiaojun's eyes calmly for a while.
Then he lowered his gaze, hiding the sharp glint in his eyes, picked up the purple clay teapot, and gently poured a cup of fragrant tea.
Zhuang Mochen slowly pushed the teacup in front of Chen Xiaojun. The glazed celadon reflected the young man's taut jaw in the soft light, adding a few more shades of cold severity.
Only then did he slowly sigh and say, "Xiaojun, this matter was not done by the teachers. I asked around."
"We merely went with the flow. We originally planned to deal with it after you returned."
"Since we agreed back then to let you make the decisions for the school team, we had no need to go back on our word."
"Who would have thought you had already come over yourself, and handled it?"
Ji Xiang frowned slightly, his expression solemn, and said in a steady voice, "Xiaojun, there are no fools here, and the teachers could never be such short-sighted people."
"We