Land War Academy, Dean's Office—
Song Zheng sat on the office chair with his long legs propped on the desk, smoking a cigarette. He grinned at the group of downtrodden people in front of him, their faces bruised and swollen. "Not bad! Our teachers just had a brawl not too long ago, and you guys organized an unprecedented mass fight. Impressive!"
The students in the office hung their heads even lower.
"You guys really make me proud," Song Zheng gave a thumbs up, "Awesome, I'm impressed—almost envious. Daring to organize a brawl in the Military Academy, what's next? Military coups when you join the armed forces?"
This comment scared everyone, making their legs buckle, like frostbitten eggplants.
Lin Fu stood among the crowd. Seeing the dean's temper rising and knowing the result would only worsen, she felt compelled to step forward.
