Zhao Yichuan had always been proud, with the hardest bones in the Academy.

Since he was a child, if Zhao Yichuan didn't want to do something, no amount of persuasion from the headmaster could make him.

In Lin Wenyou's memory, Zhao Yichuan had been beaten by the headmaster at least thirty to fifty times.

"So Elder Zhao is still being suppressed."

Chen Qingyuan could be tough with outsiders, preferring death over submission. But being so proud with his own people only brought trouble and suffering upon himself.

"Sigh! They're both stubborn mules, can't afford to provoke them."

Lin Wenyou shook his head and sighed lightly.

"Why don't you ask the headmaster for leniency? I already know my mistake and won't repeat it."

To be honest, Chen Qingyuan had had enough of this life that felt worse than death. Even if it was beneficial for cultivation, he didn't want it anymore.

"Forget it! Even your master doesn't dare to plead for you, so I definitely won't."@@novelbin@@

Lin Wenyou refused without hesitation.

Failing to plead for leniency was one thing, but getting himself implicated was another.

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