"They can look only at the results and ignore the process. We can't!"
"The children are watching everything we say and do; they're even imitating everything we say and do. They're all learning from us! How we act, how we conduct ourselves, our spirit, our convictions!"
"Once we take a wrong step, we may lead thousands of geniuses astray along with us. Once we become unscrupulous, we may raise an entire generation of unscrupulous students."
Ye Changqing sighed softly. "I'm not hidebound, nor am I blind to our enemies. But we truly cannot do it!"
Vice Principal Cheng sneered. "Ye Changqing, let me ask you: even if it means your death, even if it means the destruction of your family and the extermination of your clan, you still cannot?"
Ye Changqing closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying, gravely and cautiously, "Yes. We cannot!"
"Because I am a teacher, not a politician. What they consider unimportant weighs more than a mountain to me!"
Ye Changqing spoke each word distinctly.
The look in Vice Principal Cheng's eyes as he regarded Ye Changqing was extraordinarily complicated. There was considerable sorrow for his misfortune and anger at his refusal to fight back, yet also a measure of heartfelt admiration.
I am a teacher, not a politician.
Those words shook one to the core, yet also carried boundless bitterness.
Ever since Hidden Dragon High Martial had been founded, its students had worked conscientiously on the battlefield and in every profession after leaving the school.
Every year, countless people shed their blood on the battlefield; every year, countless people won merit and built careers.
Yet rotten apples very rarely appeared among them.
"There are only Hidden Dragon Students who die in battle, never Hidden Dragon Graduates who live in dishonor!"
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