Chapter 409
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His words had pushed Jun Xie right into the eye of the storm.
"Forget it, there's no need to dwell on such matters. I'm not going to hold it against you anymore." Li Zi Mu said, trying to be magnanimous, but his expression showed that he was not going to let the matter rest.
"Zi Mu, you're just too easy to talk to, and that's why someone almost stole your position." The youths were all busy singing Li Zi Mu's praises. Although they were envious of him, they knew that it was not a bad thing to be on good terms with a future Spirit Healer.
Li Zi Mu was a lively person and he was on rather good terms with the new disciples. But Jun Xie was too quiet and no matter how many people tried to win him over, they never got the chance.
"Sigh, I had not thought that there would be such a person among my batch. If my Master had not come to me, I would have stayed in the Beast Spirit faculty with the other disciples." Li Zi Mu said with a sigh.
His words sounded casual, but it made the others even more suspicious.
If not for Gu Li Sheng's "keen eyes", wouldn't Jun Xie have blatantly stolen Li Zi Mu's opportunity? Most of the people who came to the Zephyr Academy were fighting to get into the Spirit Healer faculty, and if someone had impersonated them, it would drive them mad.
The group of youths were all young and vigorous, and they felt that Jun Xie was despicable and shameless. Their desire to win Li Zi Mu over grew, and their actions became even more unruly.
"Zi Mu has a good temper, but we can't stand to see you being bullied like this." The youths looked at each other, and an idea formed in their minds. They started to make their way towards the dining hall.
Jun Wu Xie had her head lowered as she ate when she suddenly sensed someone approaching. She raised her head and before she could see clearly who it was, the table before her eyes was flipped over and the soup and water on the table spilled all over the floor, the bowls and chopsticks clattering as they fell.
"You shameless brat, you still have the mood to eat here? Don't you know that after being expelled from the Spirit Healer faculty, you are no longer qualified to remain in the Zephyr Academy? " The towering youth stepped on the corner of the overturned table, and with his height advantage, he stared down at the expressionless Jun Xie.
Jun Xie's face was cold as she stared at the youth who had come to cause trouble.
"The atrocities that you have committed, are already known to everyone. How could the Zephyr Academy possibly have a disciple who defies common decency like you? You do not have the right to remain here. But before you leave the Zephyr Academy, you will have to apologise to Zi Mu. "Several youths surrounded Jun Xie, obviously not intending to let him off that easily.
Li Zi Mu stared at the scene before him and his heart was secretly filled with glee. But on the surface, he put on a disapproving expression and tried to persuade Jun Xie: "We are all fellow disciples of the same sect. Even if Jun Xie had almost snatched my spot to enter the Spirit Healer faculty, I don't think he had done it on purpose."
"Not on purpose? How could this not be intentional? How could she not know if Senior Gu had taken a liking to her? He was just trying his luck and wanted to take the opportunity to climb up the social ladder. Zi Mu, you don't have to worry about this matter. If she doesn't apologize to you today, we won't let this matter rest. "The group of youths were filled with righteous indignation.
The commotion here attracted the attention of all the disciples in the cafeteria. Those senior brothers and sisters had long been filled with curiosity about the various rumors of this year's freshmen entering the school. Seeing that this group of freshmen was actually making a ruckus here, they immediately stretched their necks and waited for a good show to unfold.
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