The disciples of Chang'an Academy were completely speechless, thinking to themselves, "What kind of people are these? Each one of them acts like bandits."
Using someone's beams to start a fire and then calling them extravagant—this is truly taking advantage and being shameless about it.
Someone shouted at Wang Jie, "Wang Jie, you're also a disciple of Chang'an Academy! How can you join them in this chaos?"
Wang Jie, thick-skinned as ever, yelled back, "Don't talk nonsense! I graduated a long time ago, all right?"
He picked up a beam of Golden Silk Phoebe and enthusiastically threw it onto the fire.
A group of disciples couldn't bear to watch, covering their faces one after another.
Someone cried out, "Where have all the Academy Elders gone? Why is there no one to manage this situation?"
"This is outrageous! This is an academy—how can you simply barbecue here?"
"Gentlemen should keep away from the kitchen. These people are really tarnishing the reputation of our academy."
