The moment Zhao Jing and De'an entered the Professor Bureau, they were surrounded.
The crowd looked at Zhao Jing with amazement, then glanced at De'an… Looking at De'an was just an afterthought; their main focus was Zhao Jing.
"Such talent, to have been overlooked. What a pity, what a pity."
"No wonder Mr. Yin spoke so rudely. With looks like that…"
"Ahem, ahem. A brilliant young man, and your essays are pearls of wisdom. How about you come to my Jindao Hall?"
"Hey! You, old Deng, have no shame! How can you try to poach him right in front of me! He's a student from my Yueli Hall, and I'm standing right here! You've gone too far!"
Amid the commotion, Zhao Jing remained calm and composed, his posture as straight and unyielding as a green pine or lush bamboo.
He clasped his hands in a salute and respectfully greeted the assembled instructors and proctors.
"May I ask why you esteemed teachers have summoned this student?"
