The moment Deng Ya finished speaking, a wave of resonance and agreement swept through the crowd.
"That's right! Deng Ya is right! President Li, you have to give us an explanation."
"How can our own people attack our own people? There's no justification for that!"
"If you've got the guts, send those Hidden Guards after Western God's people!"
"You have to give us an explanation today, or else... or else..."
Yin Kuang and Tang Rouyu smiled. Tan Shengge's smile grew even brighter. Second-generation Queen Sakura smiled as well, with utter disdain. But Li Shuangmu and Leng Huaping could not smile. All they felt was sorrow—profound sorrow.
Amid the crowd below, Deng Ya, who had successfully stirred everyone's emotions, allowed a faint, hidden smile to curl across her lips. At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Was Deng Ya courting death by stepping forward to challenge Li Shuangmu at a time like this? Of course not! On the contrary, she was fighting to survive! In the university, which sophomore who had managed to stay alive was a fool? They might die from making mistakes, but they would never die from being stupid. A mistake and stupidity differed by only one word, yet were worlds apart.
Deng Ya naturally understood exactly what she was doing. Not just her—everyone present understood what they were doing. Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu, and the others understood perfectly well too. The difference was that Li Shuangmu and his group belonged to the leadership, while Deng Ya and the rest belonged to those being led—only, they were the disobedient kind.
At a time like this, Deng Ya and the others could shamelessly play dumb and cling stubbornly to the accusation of "attacking our own people." But as the leadership of an already unstable group, Li