At this moment, Zhao Rong felt incredibly awkward.
Or rather, he and his fellow senior brothers all felt very awkward.
Or maybe it was just Zhao Rong who felt this way, and his senior brothers actually remained quite composed?
In any case, Zhao Rong wished he could immediately strip off his academy student's attire.
Because at the moment, everyone else at the gathering wore light and easy attire, dressed however comfortably and casually they desired.
Only they were meticulously clad in stiff, formal uniforms, their expressions serious and solemn as if they were attending some academic conference.
They stuck out like sore thumbs.
And yet, that wasn't even the most embarrassing part.
Zhao Rong now stood behind his senior brothers, his gaze sweeping over the guests, when his eyelids suddenly twitched.
Hadn't the eldest senior brother said on the way here that besides the residence students from Taiching Prefecture, Linlu Academy had only invited them, the Confucian scholars?
