"Teacher Zhou, at the very least, you should follow doctor's advice and let the students from your class who were injured this morning rest and recuperate in their dorms, rather than dragging them straight onto the Sports Field."
"Also, considering the amount of training this morning, continuing with physical training this afternoon could cause muscle strains and knee injuries among the Class One students. That is simply my experience speaking."
Chen Ping called out to Zhou Yi as she was leaving, and his words immediately stirred a small commotion among the Class One students.
Of course, they were grateful that Chen Ping had spoken up for them, but what could it change—other than making Zhou Yi lose her temper?
Zhou Yi abruptly turned around and stared at Chen Ping, only to meet his neither servile nor overbearing gaze.
"Say that again?"
Zhou Yi's voice was somewhat shrill.
"Teacher Zhou, it would be the same even if I said it ten times. From my professional perspective, your training methods will harm the students of Class One."
"Perhaps you don't know this, but after you left this morning, I helped the Class One students relax their muscles. This is a skill passed down through my Sect, and it is why I have the confidence to say this."
"I think you should consider changing your teaching plan."
Zhou Yi narrowed her eyes at Chen Ping, whose tone remained calm, as though she wanted to discern something from his gaze.
But Chen Ping's eyes were too calm. He had no other motives; he simply hoped Zhou Yi would harm a few fewer students if possible.
"Hah."
Zhou Yi sneered. "Who do you think you are? Perhaps your family training is indeed decent, but what you've learned may not be advanced enough."
"This is Shrek.