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... o Confucian scholars’ gazes collided in mid-air.
One remained calm, eyes lowered, silent.
The other was cold-faced, with icy eyes.
Dozens of people, either standing or sitting, were silent.
In Shuaixing Academy, you could hear a pin drop.
Zhao Rong had actually anticipated that today’s calligraphy makeup class would likely have some issues.
It wasn’t that he possessed foresight, but he had early on noticed certain undercurrents stirring within Shua ...
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