The students of Justice Hall thought to themselves, giving their senior a silent thumbs up—he always knew how to play the game. Hmm, judging by what he just said, it seems this was a playful suggestion from Teacher Zhao some days ago during a chat…
In the gallery where the Mochi crowd was spectating.
"Alas." A certain burly student sighed, shaking his head despairingly.
"Alas~" The students of Justice Hall either walked with lackluster energy or beat their chests and stomped their feet, sighing to the heavens…
They were practically advertising 'failed exams' on their faces.
At the front, a serious female teacher couldn't help but stop for a moment, turning back to silently glance at Gu Yiwu and the others who were returning as though from a funeral.
Seeing this, the latter blinked at her but toned down slightly.
Meng Zhengjun lightly shook his head, feeling that these little guys were becoming more like that young Confucian scholar they spent so much time with.
