Professor Qian scolded for half an hour, and only stopped when his mouth was dry and his tongue was parched.
Meanwhile, the corridor outside the classroom was packed with people, all of whom were excitedly watching Professor Qian.
"The old professor hasn't lost his touch. Even scolding people, he does it with such confidence."
"What do you know? This is nothing. Back in the day, the old professor could verbally spar with a host of scholars from numerous countries all by himself, making them speechless. That's what I call impressive!"
"Yes, yes, I've seen that footage too. It was truly thrilling! Professor Qian switched between languages of dozens of countries, leaving those who questioned his theories with no rebuttal. It was immensely satisfying."
The crowd chuckled and pointed at the members of the student council, occasionally mocking them.
The student council members were almost as if sitting on pins and needles.
Just then, a hubbub arose among the crowd.
