On the way back, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun chatted and laughed. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong occasionally joined in, and even Zhu Zhuqing spoke once or twice.
Only Tang San trailed behind in silence.
Every now and then, a trace of reluctance would flash in Xiao Wu's eyes, but it always faded into quiet determination.
What happened today had truly hurt her.
She no longer had the energy—or the heart—to care about him.
The group returned to the academy in an unusually awkward and silent manner.
As expected, Flander was already waiting for them at the training grounds.
"You all did pretty well."
He scanned the group with a satisfied look, his eyes lingering especially long on Ma Hongjun.
Flander's philosophy as an educator was simple: Those who are afraid of causing trouble are destined to be mediocre.
Of course, that didn't mean students should be out creating chaos, but they shouldn't be afraid of standing up against oppression and injustice either.
