Xiao Qimo's arrival made the already tense air even more suffocating and rigid.
Everyone instinctively took a step back, not daring to approach Director Qimo. They didn't even have the guts to look him straight in the eye.
Even though he hadn't spoken a word, even though he looked scholarly with his glasses on, his presence still made people tremble without reason.
Everyone understood this to be what's called "aura."
Xiao Qimo quickly walked over to Lu Mian.
Lu Mian was still picking up pages from the floor, looking quite downcast, wrapped in sharp spikes that made her untouchable.
Seeing the Dean of Discipline arriving, Xu Jiahui felt even more confident, nursing his soft wrist while complaining: "Director Qimo, Lu Mian hit me! She started it! She almost broke my hand!"
Xiao Qimo slightly narrowed his eyes, ignoring Xu Jiahui, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Clearly, he was skeptical.
But the people in the classroom were too cowardly to speak up.
