Lu Xiao's words brought the chaotic scene to a sudden standstill.
The girls' sobs quieted, and even Xiao Zhou's arm, holding the wooden prop sword, trembled slightly.
'Documents? Rectification? Not immediate disbandment?'
But the Instructor's anger clearly hadn't subsided. He pointed at Xiao Zhou, obviously furious.
"Lu Xiao! Chang Jia! Look at this! Just look at this behavior! Openly making threats with a weapon! This is a problem with her ideology! An attitude problem! This must be dealt with severely! The troupe's atmosphere has become so rotten—disbandment is inevitable!"
"Instructor."
Lu Xiao's voice was calm, devoid of anger.
Yet it carried a reassuring quality.
His tall frame stood like a wall between the enraged Instructor and the trembling Xiao Zhou.
