Zhao Qingtian wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it; he truly felt like his reputation had been tarnished to the point of embarrassment beyond measure. Despite being the president of the Eight Sounds Guild, even within the inner academy, a notable name, he found himself ignored and sidelined.
Meanwhile, Liu Chen, a freshman and the president of a newly established guild, was being seized by the four elders like a coveted prize. This indeed made Zhao Qingtian feel utterly humiliated. He had always believed that wherever he appeared, he would inevitably become the center of attention, a notion he had never doubted due to his assured charm. Yet unexpectedly, this situation was genuinely awkward.
"Uh… Esteemed elders, you are the unrivaled figures of the inner academy. Such solicitude truly overwhelms this junior!"
