Sun Qian's gaze lingered on Lin Ye for less than two seconds before turning to Chen Meng, speaking with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Mr. Chen, what exactly are you up to, bringing your student… to challenge my class?"
Although Sun Qian's tone was still polite.
But everyone could hear the belligerence in his words.
The atmosphere in the entire third-floor training hall grew tense because of this sudden confrontation.
The students who had been sparring intensely all stopped, their gazes sweeping back and forth between Chen Meng, Sun Qian, and Lin Ye. The air was thick with the scent of gossip and the anticipation of a good show.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Xv Zhisheng, the homeroom teacher for Class 2, hastily took a few steps back.
His posture screamed, 'If you're going to fight, go ahead, just don't get any blood on me.'
Chen Meng, completely unconcerned, clapped a large hand on Lin Ye's shoulder with a dull THUD.
"Not at all, Mr. Su. You're exaggerating."
