The students' words struck like cannonballs, blasting Liu Yingrong to pieces when neither Zhao Longfei nor Zhang Kuang had managed to shake her in the slightest.
Although Zhang Kuang had said he would kill everyone from Eastern Glory, Liu Yingrong knew he could not possibly do that.
Even if he was willing to step forward to protect Qin Siyang, he would only kill her to resolve Qin Siyang's trouble. At most, he would also kill the professors accompanying Eastern Glory's team to ensure nothing unexpected happened.
There was no point in killing the remaining Eastern Glory students.
Even if Zhang Kuang went mad enough to do it, Zhao Longfei would stop him to keep Southern Glory from being dragged into the mire.
So, in Liu Yingrong's eyes, the students were safe.
But she had never said any of this aloud.
Perhaps she had not had time to say it. Perhaps she had thought the students would see through the situation themselves. Or perhaps she had still harbored a shred of faith in her authority among them.
Whatever the reason, she had glossed over it, deliberately or otherwise.
And that had led to the Eastern Glory students turning against her en masse.
Liu Yingrong stared blankly at her students as though they were a collection of incomprehensible creatures.
Confusion gradually overtook her expression, and her brow furrowed ever tighter.
Good heavens.
How could a group of students-the very best students at Eastern Glory-lack strength, brains, and character all at once?
Even though she had not personally selected each of these top students, they were still her students, yet she had never recognized their problems before.
Was her judgment really this poor?
As she looked at the Eastern Glory students, her chest tightened.
Then she looked at Duan Chongfang, Ban Dingyuan, and