Autumn had arrived, bringing a slight chill to the air.
On the campus that morning, the sun seemed barely awake. It rose lazily, its light still hazy.
A few clouds drifted idly overhead, in stark contrast to Li Lun's mood.
Xu Mu stood on the Chairman’s Platform with a microphone, looking out at the three thousand Freshmen. His expression was solemn.
After all this time, Xu Mu had learned to control his expressions at will.
In other words, he had grown into the bearing expected of someone in authority, someone who led others.
In short—he knew how to look the part!
Xu Mu liked to joke around, but he knew when it was time for serious business.
"Everyone, I only just heard the news myself."
Xu Mu's voice was steady, without a trace of nerves or the anxiety of someone who had just lied.
That was all the students needed to hear. Seeing that Xu Mu was as unhappy as they were, the Freshmen quickly decided he was on their side!
He had nothing to do with that damned dean.
And the man had the nerve to call himself the youngest dean in history. Someone who exploited students like this deserved the title?
"We believe you, Xu Mu!"
"Tell us what to do next. Should we band together and fight back...?"
"Just say the word, Xu Mu. We're with you!"
The students' voices rose one after another, and Xu Mu smiled with satisfaction.
Yes, the extra classes had been Xu Mu's idea. He had simply made one small adjustment and dumped the blame on Li Lun.
As for Li Lun, as mentioned earlier, he had been taken to the hospital.
High blood pressure might not sound like much, but a flare-up could be dangerous.
To be fair, Li Lun was