"Ah, I wonder how all this mess will end."
After mocking Fatty Xin's "sauced-meat dignity theory," Zheng Qing changed the subject. He sighed, pessimistic about the school's future. "I just feel like the Merfolk Tribe is going to cause some major trouble."
"Major trouble? From them?" Dylan sneered, letting his head droop over the edge of his coffin like a hanging corpse. It lent an extra eerie quality to his voice. "A tribe whose courage has been smashed to pieces—what kind of splash can they make...? Even if, taking ten thousand steps back, they really had the resolve to sacrifice seventy or eighty percent of their people and proposed relocating the tribe or pulling some other stunt, Jiuyou would still have to agree. But in the eyes of our academy, those ball-less merfolk don't have that kind of courage."
Dylan attended Starry Sky Academy, whose traditions had always been hot-blooded and fierce.
Zheng Qing did not find such remarks surprising coming from Dylan. To Starry Sky students, whenever a conflict arose, they ought to charge straight through it. As long as they charged through, even if they lost, they were heroes worthy of praise; but if they compromised during a conflict, they were absolutely ball-less cowards.
For instance, regarding the recent entanglement between Jiuyou Academy and the Merfolk Tribe, Dylan had more than once preached to his three roommates about bold, bordering-on-mad suggestions like "drain Linzhong Lake and dry the merfolk into jerky," "cut off all water entrances and exits, and the merfolk will collapse without a fight," and "cut off all trade with the Merfolk Tribe and make them eat silt."
Zheng Qing had always kept his distance from such rash and reckless attitudes.
Compared with that, he cared more about Dr. Xiao's opinion. After all, Xiao Xiao had