"Tang San, do you know how much tax our families have to pay every year? Now that we finally have the chance to become soul masters and take back what's ours, you're standing there pointing fingers!"
Because almost everyone at Nuoding Academy was a commoner, even Xiao Chenyu, who was the son of the Nuoding City lord, could at most be considered half a noble.
Everyone began to point fingers at Tang San.
You—you people! These foolish, lowly commoners, mere ants that he could have wiped out with a single breath in his past life, how dare they?
Tang San felt as if his lungs were about to explode from anger.
Yet he also knew he had incurred the wrath of the crowd, so he had no choice but to cast a plea for help toward the academy dean.
Who would have thought that the dean would actually wear an angry expression toward him as well?
Finally, even Xiao Wu stood up to accuse him. "Tang San, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I misjudged you, and I never want to talk to you again!" She was also one of the beneficiaries of Spirit Hall's policies.
"Xiao Wu, I—" Tang San almost vomited a mouthful of dark blood, instantly feeling like crying without tears.
Just at that moment, Su Yuntao's voice rang out from the stage once more. "Quiet, quiet, students, quiet."
The boiling classroom finally quieted down, and Su Yuntao continued, "I believe that after experiencing this matter, classmate Tang San will surely come to a clear realization of his mistake. We should be tolerant of others and give classmate Tang San a chance to reform."
"Am I right, classmate Tang San?" Su Yuntao looked at Tang San with a smile full of meaning, making