Tianqiong Academy had indeed impressed by successfully paying homage to Qingyue Academy, which had an imperial Cuju player, in the previous round. They were looking forward to the match between Tianqiong Academy and Pingyang Academy.
Who knows what kind of tricks the new student will pull off this time.
Mu Qingchen was the team leader; last time he appeared, it was Mu Chuan and Yuan Xiao who followed behind him, with Gu Jiao as the tail.
Today, Mu Chuan was on the bench, replaced by Zhao Wei, who unexpectedly yielded the second position to Gu Jiao alongside Yuan Xiao.
Gu Jiao didn’t see anything wrong with it, whether second or fourth didn’t make a difference to her.
As soon as Mu Qingchen entered the field, the girls in the stands got excited. This was in the strict ancient times – if it had been modern times, Gu Jiao guessed she would have heard a chorus of girls shouting "hubby."
"Young Master Qingchen! Young Master Qingchen!"
Some bold soul actually started shouting for Mu Qingchen loudly.
With veils on, no one could recognize anyone.
Once she called out, it was like pulling a string, and those around her also waved their handkerchiefs and started calling out.
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow: "You have so many fans, huh."
There had been plenty last time already, but, after winning a Cuju match, Mu Qingchen’s popularity soared again. Many women who didn’t belong came through the back door just to see him play.
Amidst the sea of cheers for Young Master Qingchen, Gu Jiao surprisingly heard someone call out "Young Master Xiao."
Obviously, Mu Qingchen heard it too.
When called "Young Master Qingchen," Mu Qingchen didn’t even blink, but when someone called Gu Jiao "Young Master Xiao," he couldn’t help turning his head to look over there.
In a sea of people, how could one tell who was calling out?
And where his gaze swept over, the ladies all clutched their chests – they were going to faint! Was Young Master Qingchen looking in their direction?
Did he hear them calling him?
He looked over here without glancing anywhere else.
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"I think he is looking at me..."
"Clearly, it’s me..."
Mu Qingchen’s reaction was a reflex, and when he realized it, he frowned slightly and soon shifted his gaze away.
But Gu Jiao took several extra looks into the crowd.
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