Bang!
Yang Shu slammed the table suddenly, the sound extremely loud.
"What a bunch of bootlickers, what a bunch of bullies!"
"Is this how you sign a contract?"
Principal Wang laughed awkwardly, lowered his head, and dared not look into Yang Shu's eyes.
The crowd of school leaders hung their heads, as if they heard nothing.
"Powerful, huh."
Yang Shu looked coldly at Wang Xia: "Do you really think no one can hold you accountable? I just don't want to stoop to your level; you're too much."
"Oppressing people with power? Is that the only trick you know?"
...
Over here, Zhao Yimeng's story was still unfolding.
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The next day, a soldier named Li Hai sought me out when nobody was around.
"Instructor, don't take that 'Seven Clumps of Fur' to heart."
Li Hai offered a comforting way out: "Not just you, last month I threw a piece of bread into the pig's trough and got a harsh scolding from 'Seven Clumps of Fur'."
"'Seven Clumps of Fur,' what's the meaning?"
