Unlike Tang San, who wanted to submit for the time being, Yu Xiaogang abruptly rose from his seat and glared at Director Su on the Soul Fighting stage.
That hateful fellow had disliked him ever since he first came to stay at the academy. If he was not making snide remarks and needling him with sarcasm, he was finding ways to obstruct his supplies every few days.
Yu Xiaogang took the demand that Tang San apologize publicly as a direct provocation against himself, and naturally refused to accept it.
"San, you mustn't apologize! He's settling a personal grudge under the guise of official business and insulting our dignity. A person must have backbone!"
Director Su simply did not know what he was thinking. Otherwise, he would certainly have smiled and said, "You guessed exactly right. That's right, I'm settling a personal grudge!"
Seeing Yu Xiaogang stick his neck out of his own accord, Director Su was even more delighted. He sneered, "Yu Xiaogang, you actually have such things as dignity and backbone?
"You ran fast enough last time that I didn't get a chance to hand you the bill.
"Now you're in such a hurry to step forward. It seems you can't wait another moment to pay the money back?"
"Pay it back? What money?"
Yu Xiaogang frowned, sensing that things were not so simple. Having lost every aboveboard source of income, anyone asking him for money was asking for his life!
"The money you owe the academy, of course."
"What money do I owe the academy?"
Director Su faced him with a cold scowl. "Don't try that with me. Playing dumb won't help. I told accounting to keep an eye on you long ago. Every expense you weren't entitled to has its own record.
"That includes eating and drinking