"...One last matter. According to reliable intelligence, some Alpha Academy students may soon provoke a direct conflict with Jiuyou Academy students. Does the school intend to intervene directly?" The teaching assistant's low voice echoed through the oppressive office, sending ripples through the smoke floating beneath the ceiling.
"Let's just watch."
Professor Yao sat behind his desk with a pipe between his teeth, allowing a thick cloud of smoke to envelop his head, making him look like a headless ghost.
A sleepless night had left his voice somewhat weary, but his tone remained as firm as ever. "Important business is at hand. We don't have time to slowly let the air out of their little balloons... It's like a boil. Once it ripens, you can squeeze out the pus. If it hasn't ripened, you can still cut it open and drain it."
"There are always some students who do poorly on exams and blame the examination system; who break school rules, get punished, and blame the school system; who find too little salt in their food and blame the cafeteria system. In short, everything is the system's fault."
"They never look for problems in themselves."
"First University is a university, not a nanny. We cannot solve every problem for them. So this time, let them make a fuss. Once they are done, things will be quieter, and they won't create unnecessary variables for the plans ahead."
Standing before the desk were several wizards of varying status: Professor Li Qihuang, a member of the Professor Joint Conference; Zhang Yu, head of the Teaching Assistant Group; and a gray robed wizard from the School Labor Committee responsible for security affairs. It could be said that, apart from the students, representatives of every major force at First University had gathered in Old Yao's office.