"Can't understand. Can't get it. You've studied all those sages' books and can't even understand a dog's barking. And the dog can't make sense of the nonsense coming out of your mouth." The young man in black glanced at him sideways, sneering, "You call yourself a coach? What are you teaching here at the Imperial Academy? Is your job to teach these young people how to be good dogs?"
Fang Qin was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed. He knew he had caught a big fish, with witnesses and evidence all in hand. The other party had handed him ready material for a citation: disrupting order, speaking wildly, showing no respect for authority. He would have endless excuses to accuse, and the bigwigs might laugh out loud at night!
He quickly put on a serious face and said, "Students, take a good look. The coach's attitude was a bit impulsive just now, but he absolutely did not say such wild words. These statements were all made by this person alone—"
