Chen Ping's face twitched slightly.
Hard to say. It really was hard to say.
Judging by how Zhou Yi had expelled ninety percent of a third-year class in one go without even having her professional rank lowered, her backing was so powerful it practically reached the heavens.
Human nature was always the slowest thing to evolve.
Human nature a thousand years ago was no different from human nature a thousand years later. It was much the same from one world to another, too.
It wasn't as though Chen Ping had never encountered situations where someone said, "What, you've got a problem with that?" and forced his head down until he accepted it.
Even if Zhou Yi's Class One didn't take first place, there would probably be no shortage of people eager to curry favor with Fan Yu, donning the robes of a Great Confucian to argue Zhou Yi's case.
"Oh, Teacher Zhou's class may only have placed in the top three, but I think this top-three finish carries more weight than first place!"
"Why are you so obsessed with rankings? They distort all the effort the teachers put in!"
"Why should failing to take first place disqualify someone from being the Top Class's homeroom teacher or the year director? I think a person's inner qualities matter more than results on paper!"
Chen Ping had no desire to imagine the atmosphere of the Shrek Outer Court as quite so rotten.
But Zhou Yi's utter lawlessness, and the way that healing-type Soul Saint could only show a flicker of disgust in her eyes while remaining powerless to do anything about it, already spoke volumes.
No.
Chen Ping shook his head inwardly.
His foundation wasn't much stronger than Huo Yuhao's.
Zhou Yi might not break those boys and girls at the academy whose