Seeing Fang Yun and the dean head toward Quietude Retreat, many students sighed.
"I wanted to see a good show. Who knew there wouldn't be anything to watch?"
"One test wasn't enough. He should have tested him twice more."
"Exactly! How could a single test count?"
"You lot may have no shame, but the dean does. Without evidence proving Zhang Longxiang is a rebel species, he isn't one. Testing him once was already making things difficult for him. Repeated tests would be downright despicable."
"The dean generally doesn't concern himself with ordinary admissions, but he isn't so accommodating with transfer students like this. Three years ago, State Duke Yu's grandson, who was unruly and obstinate, wanted to attend Zhurong Academy, but the dean politely refused him. State Duke Yu was furious. Some people even threatened to shatter the dean's literary guts, yet three years have passed, and the dean remains entirely unharmed."
"Come on, let's go to Quietude Retreat too. Maybe there'll still be a good show!"
The students headed to Quietude Retreat once more and watched Fang Yun and his son follow Ma Zhilong inside.
Half an hour later, the door opened, and Fang Yun left alone.
"Huh? That's it? Zhang Jing'an stayed inside. Doesn't that mean he can study at Zhurong Academy?"
"Not necessarily, I think. The dean must be testing Zhang Jing'an now!"
"Then let's wait a little longer!"
Inside Quietude Retreat, Ma Zhilong, the dean of Zhurong Academy, sat behind his desk and looked at Zhang Jing'an standing before him.
Zhang Jing'an stood neither servile nor arrogant, doing his utmost to control his emotions.
"I've heard a little about you," Ma Zhilong said.
Zhang Jing'an flushed. "I lacked proper discipline back then and didn't know how high the heavens were or how deep the earth was.