A Thousand Recitations of Traditional Education

The expressions on the two representatives' faces were far more spectacular.

First, they had been cowed by Kitasan Black's aura, their hearts still racing. Then Gold Ship's utterly incomprehensible barrage of accusations left them completely stunned.

Bewilderment, confusion, incomprehension, and the absurd feeling of being inexplicably slapped with the charge of "endangering horse girls' physical and mental health" made their faces shift between green and red. Their lips twitched, and for a moment, they had no idea how to respond to this accusation that followed absolutely no conventional logic.

As for Supernatural Steed, the Disciplinary Committee Member whom Gold Ship had just forcibly dragged out to "uphold justice," she was completely dumbfounded.

Her face plainly displayed a huge question mark that read: "Who am I? Where am I? Gold Ship, what the hell are you even talking about?!"

As the person theoretically most responsible for maintaining order at the scene, her brain's CPU was wildly overloading between "witnessing Kitasan Black's astonishing aura erupt," "understanding the nature of the Association representatives' pressure," "being suddenly dragged into this by Gold Ship and assigned a strange mission," and "trying to explain all this through disciplinary regulations." She temporarily lost the ability to form coherent sentences and could only glare at Gold Ship with a mixture of shock, bewilderment, and fierce condemnation.

At that moment, Gold Artisan had already recovered from her alarm and anger at being forced to reveal herself.

She glanced at Gold Ship, who was still desperately making faces at Supernatural Steed in an attempt to "explain" the situation. A flash of helplessness—"just as expected" mixed with "what a pain"—crossed her eyes, followed swiftly by a thoughtful look.

A few breaths later, she took out her phone and tapped rapidly at the screen. Then, in her distinctive clear yet slightly languid