Ren Zhiyuan stood on the podium with a grim look in his eyes. Every muscle in his face was taut with ferocity, and his fury swept through the entire hall like a storm!
Song He couldn't help feeling frightened. This, this, this... His presence is terrifying!
So this was what the principal was really like! His previous amiability had all been deliberate suppression of his aura!
"You three, what do you have to say for yourselves? Speak up now!" Ren Zhiyuan thundered.
The three teachers were so frightened they nearly collapsed.
After a long while, Cha Jingye finally mustered his courage—but there wasn't much of it—so he spoke in a soft, trembling voice.
"I'm sorry, Principal! We were negligent in our work! We'll rectify it immediately! It won't happen again!"
"Now you're saying sorry? Where was that enthusiasm you had when cursing at students in the office?" Ren Zhiyuan exploded, roaring at once. "The school pays you a high salary so you can say sorry? What good is your apology to me? Are you worthy of your students? Are you worthy of their parents?"
Cha Jingye's complexion changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning green, then white, then red. His blood pressure was in complete disarray.
Ruan Qian and Tong Xuan were no better. After standing there for barely half a minute, they were already drenched in sweat.
Most of the terrifying pressure released by the principal slammed into them. The others only felt a slight aftershock, yet their hearts were already racing. The three teachers at the center of the storm were suffering far worse.
Song He kept cursing inwardly. Fortunately, this wasn't directed at him, or he would have wet his pants by now. The teachers' mental fortitude was pretty impressive.
"Teacher Ruan Qian, your