Lin Fu stretched her body, leaning back against the chair, not slouchy but radiating a relaxed yet majestic and authoritative aura.
Her arms naturally rested on the armrests, her slender, jade-like fingers casually interwoven atop the table, her expression a playful yet serious smirk as she surveyed her surroundings.
At this moment, she was the center of attention.
Seated elders behind the high platform seemed merely as her backdrop, while teachers and student representatives seated on benches along the underground corridor appeared as though they were there to pay her homage.
"Wow!"
The student representatives who knew Lin Fu were all breathing heavily, eyes shining with excitement, trembling with such enthusiasm that they nearly gave her an ancient knightly salute.
Even Xia Zeming whispered to those nearby, "Do I exaggerate this much when I sit on this chair? Oh! This isn't good, for those unaware might think I'm plotting a rebellion every day!"
