On the other side, Second Master Jing finally arrived at Lingbo Academy.
He hadn’t left home late, but he never expected that this jiju game would attract so many spectators, resulting in all the roads leading to Lingbo Academy being jammed.
By the time he entered the Academy, the first two matches had already finished.
"Why are there so many people?" he muttered, sweating profusely.
At this moment, he had reached the back of the stand that he had reserved. A dozen more steps up the stairs, and he would be on the stand.
Being a martial artist, he was much stronger than the average person. He picked up his eldest brother, wheelchair and all, and climbed up the steps. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The servant boy ordered by the Second Mistress hurried after him.
Second Master Jing was a man who enjoyed the finer things; he was not about to sit there dumbly watching the match while the scorching sun turned him into a dried-up little man.
He had his servants bring ice blocks, chilled melons and fruits, and various kinds of refreshing and sweet refreshments.
The stand he had chosen naturally offered an excellent view, allowing him to overlook the entire jiju field with a roof overhead, resembling a small Pavilion and airy on all sides.
No, that’s not right—three sides.
To his left, a curtain of crushed jade beads hung down, connecting his space with the one next door.
He hadn’t asked for the curtain to be prepared; it must have been the doing of the people next door.
"Who is next door, using such high-quality curtains?"
Others might not recognize these jade beads, but could he fail to recognize them?
These were not ordinary shattered jade pieces. They were whole jades carved and polished into various shapes, strung together with high-quality pearls. Weren’t they worth a fortune?
Second Master Jing glanced curiously to his left. Although the bead curtain had gaps, it still partially obstructed his view. He could only vaguely identify from their dress that the ones sitting next door were four students from the women’s Academy of Canglan.
One of the students sat with her back straight, her demeanor and temperament impeccable, exuding an aura of nobility and the unapproachable air of a rarefied flower on a high cliff.
"This Xiao beauty is somewhat..."
Second Master Jing couldn’t quite articulate it.
At that moment, as if sensing Second Master Jing’s scrutiny, the beauty suddenly turned her head to look in his direction.
Their gazes met across the beaded curtain.
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