After scolding for nearly ten minutes straight, under such high-intensity output, even Qiu Dafu, a school leader whose profession is to talk nonsense, couldn't help but feel his throat going dry.
He picked up the cup in his hand and took a sip of water, but still couldn't quell his lingering anger.
Scanning the entire place, he still felt something was missing.
The problem was the soul of the event was now in a soulless state, unable to be scolded or attacked. Scolding the bewildered students and staff below was like scratching an itch over a shoe for Qiu Dafu—completely meaningless.
If Lin Ye were still here, he would absolutely use all his life's learning to rain down curses on Lin Ye.
But at this moment, his gaze caught sight of a figure outside the window, looking like a student...
Qiu Dafu's anger flared up again immediately.
Didn't he order all students who could be called back, to come back for the meeting?
Why was there still a student wandering outside?
