When Professor Tairs arrived at the scene, the first person he saw was Qin Ran standing beside the corpse.
Once he got a clear look at the body on the ground, the kindly professor felt his temples begin to throb rapidly.
Duyil!
Although his head had been kicked apart, his clothes and the communicator at his waist confirmed his identity.
"2567, do you have any idea what you've done?"
The kindly professor took a deep breath before demanding in a low voice.
His premonition had not only come true, but had come true in the worst possible way.
Duyil was different from ordinary professors.
He had neither been bought off by the schools and families nor sided with Dean Ronems. He was a neutral professor. In fact, there were quite a few professors like him at Theoret, fulfilling their duties and researching whatever interested them.
When necessary, they would follow Dean Ronems's orders.
Worst of all, Duyil was highly respected among these professors.
Once word spread that the top freshman had killed Duyil, those neutral professors might well start entertaining some unpleasant ideas.
After all, following several incidents, everyone already regarded this year's top freshman as a member of Theoret's administration faction.
"He intended to kill me first."
Qin Ran answered.
"So you struck first?"
Watching the surveillance footage, the kindly professor covered his forehead with a hand.
He believed Qin Ran, but would anyone else?
Would the members of Duyil's laboratory and those neutral professors believe him?
How could he explain it in a way that would convince them?
The kindly professor had never had such a headache.
"Would it be awkward for you to handle this?"
"Then let me handle it for you."
"I'll convince them."
Qin Ran spoke calmly.
"Don't even think about it!"
The kindly professor