"Honor?" Liu Yingrong laughed. "When Hua Weiguang died just now, you couldn't wait to wash your hands of him. Now you want to represent Eastern Glory's honor?"
"Your sense of honor stinks to high heaven!"
"But, Principal..."
Liu Yingrong ignored them and fixed her eyes on Qin Siyang instead. "I did you a favor. Now do me one."
Qin Siyang froze for a moment. By choosing not to pursue Hua Weiguang's death, Liu Yingrong had indeed saved him a great deal of trouble, so he maintained a respectful attitude toward her. "Please go ahead, Principal Liu."
"For the remaining matches between Nanrong University and Eastern Glory University, don't send out anyone else from Nanrong. Take the stage yourself. If any first-year freshman from Eastern Glory wants to continue fighting, kill him in the arena, just like you killed Hua Weiguang."
Qin Siyang looked a little awkward at that. "Huh? You want me to kill people? That doesn't seem right..."
"It'll be pinned on Gu Yunpeng anyway. You're the ones who get to make up the explanation, aren't you?"
"Uh..."
Qin Siyang looked at Gu Yunpeng, who nodded nonchalantly.
Since Liu Yingrong had already let the earlier incident go, there was no reason they couldn't accommodate a request or two. He could tell that she didn't actually want Qin Siyang to kill anyone. She wanted Eastern Glory's first-year freshmen to abandon their fantasies of making a name for themselves.
Liu Yingrong, the principal who regarded Eastern Glory University as her own home, was thoroughly sick of these top students of hers.
"All right." With Zhao Longfei's tacit approval, Qin Siyang agreed. "I'll take the remaining matches, then. I'll give it everything I've got."
"Thank you."
Having secured Qin Siyang's agreement, Liu Yingrong crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.