Only the dean and the teachers and students of the newly established Class Zero, First Grade remained on the field.
"Children, come over here." Yu Zhen beckoned to them.
Though neither side was particularly willing, they still gathered together.
With the dean present, even Wei Xiaofeng did not dare act rashly, but the atmosphere between the two sides was clearly somewhat stiff.
Yu Zhen looked at the seven children before him and raised his eyebrows. He said coldly, "You lot are quite capable, aren't you? Do you think that just because you stand out among your peers, you're something special?"
"Look at yourselves. What have you turned into?"
"Out of seven people, three have broken arms, one has both arms dislocated, and there's another one in the classroom with a broken leg."
The seven of them were stunned by the scolding. They had not expected Yu Zhen to greet them with such a harsh verbal lashing.
Yu Zhen continued with a stern expression, "I already explained why Class Zero was established. It was because we were afraid of holding you back."
"But you little brats need to put away your arrogance. Behave yourselves, or don't blame the academy for being rude."
"I'm warning you: if something like yesterday happens again, just wait for your punishment."
"Don't think that having exceptional Talent makes you extraordinary. Let me tell you, you're just frogs at the bottom of a well. There are plenty of people in the Federation who are more outstanding than you."
"This world has never lacked geniuses, nor has it ever lacked geniuses who died young. If a genius wants to become a true talent, they must still put in far more effort than ordinary people. Only then will you be worthy of your Talent. Do you understand?"
"We understand."