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[Chang'an Academy uniform]
"Good, then." Chen Xiaojun gave a slight nod, and his taut expression finally softened a little.
Then he stopped looking at them and slowly turned toward Zhuang Mocheng and the other two.
Chu Youwei and the others breathed faint sighs of relief. The pressure this boy exerted was no joke. His imposing presence felt like Mount Tai crashing down upon their heads, almost crushing the breath out of them.
Chen Xiaojun walked over to Zhuang Mocheng, gently lifted the hem of his clothes, and slowly sat down. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the fine grain of the Chinese rosewood, as though he were considering something.
Zhuang Mocheng said nothing, merely meeting Chen Xiaojun's gaze calmly for a while.
Then he lowered his eyes, hiding the sharp gleam within them, and picked up the purple clay teapot to pour a cup of fragrant tea.
Zhuang Mocheng slowly pushed the cup toward Chen Xiaojun. In the soft light, the glazed celadon reflected the young man's tense jaw, lending it an even colder edge.
Only then did he sigh and say, "Xiaojun, the teachers weren't behind this. I've asked them."
"We merely went along with the current. We originally intended to deal with it after you returned."
"Since we agreed to let you take charge of the School Team, we had no reason to go back on our word."
"Who could have expected you to come over yourself and settle it already?"
Jixiang frowned slightly, his expression earnest and his voice steady. "Xiaojun, there are no fools here, and the teachers certainly aren't shortsighted people."
"They would never offend you over a few trifles by resorting to those underhanded little tricks."
"After all, such