Yu Xiaogang kept his head down, saying nothing.
His shoulders were slightly hunched, his hands hung at his sides, and he looked like a withered weed battered by wind and rain.
The accusations rained down on him like a violent storm, but he paid them no heed. He only stared at the ground beneath his feet, as if something there had caught his attention.
Yu Luomian stood off to the side, his face black as the bottom of a pot.
Watching Yu Xiaogang act as if nothing could faze him, Yu Luomian felt the veins in his forehead throbbing.
To be honest, if he hadn't watched Yu Xiaogang grow up, he would have wondered whether Yu Xiaogang was really his elder brother's son.
How long had he been at the academy?
And already he'd caused one mess after another!
Shilaile Academy's name had spread throughout Heaven Dou City, and Yu Luomian had to come here every other day. His official duties had piled up like a mountain, leaving him no time to deal with them.
If this good-for-nothing didn't have Yu Yuanzhen's blood, Yu Luomian would have gladly killed him with his own hands!
"All right, quiet down. Quiet down." Yu Luomian raised a hand and pressed it down.
His voice rang out, instantly drowning out the commotion.
The teachers were still seething, but they fell silent, though their eyes remained full of contempt as they looked at Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Luomian's gaze swept over them all before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang.
He took a deep breath and spoke slowly:
"The students from Thunder Academy have already lost their chance to compete. We can't take away their right to live their lives, too."
He shot Yu Xiaogang a glance, his tone turning even colder. "Your precious students will continue