Ye Buyu lay flat on her back, pounding the ground in frustration.
"Why can't we beat her!"
"Doing this well already exceeded our expectations," Zhao Zhe said listlessly, rubbing his hair.
Dry ash showered down from his head. He shot Su Wuwei an irritated glare. The kid hadn't held back at all-his appearance was ruined.
He said, "You might not have beaten Principal Lan, but you did manage to land hits on us. I'm already starting to miss the sight of you plastered against the wall so firmly we couldn't even pry you off."
"Mr. Zhao Zhe, have a heart!"
The twelve of them were either lying down or sitting.
Their homeroom teacher, Shi Can, crouched nearby, her eyes full of admiration as she looked at the barely breathing students.
"Don't be discouraged. Principal Lan Huaiyu is Wei Yueyan of the Black Tortoise Division, after all. Managing to hit her at the fourth tier is already excellent, especially since you were fighting while surrounded by so many teachers.
"Whether in command or action, you did everything you possibly could. Compared with when you first entered the Training Class, your growth has undoubtedly been tremendous."
They all looked at Shi Can with blank faces.
"Then could you take that stone wall..."
"No."
Shi Can refused with a smile, utterly decisive.
"Sorry, everyone. All of us teachers have already agreed that it's our little keepsake."
Ye Buyu struggled to her feet and shakily held out a hand. "Since it's a keepsake, could you keep it hidden and look at it in secret instead of putting it out in plain sight?"
Exactly. If it was supposed to be a keepsake, surely displaying it so brazenly wasn't right.
Sitting on the rubble, Su Wuwei sighed helplessly. "We heard the elite delegations from the