Lin Fu stretched her body, leaning back against the chair, not slouchy but radiating a relaxed yet majestic and authoritative aura.
Her arms naturally rested on the armrests, her slender, jade-like fingers casually interwoven atop the table, her expression a playful yet serious smirk as she surveyed her surroundings.
At this moment, she was the center of attention.
Seated elders behind the high platform seemed merely as her backdrop, while teachers and student representatives seated on benches along the underground corridor appeared as though they were there to pay her homage.
The student representatives who knew Lin Fu were all breathing heavily, eyes shining with excitement, trembling with such enthusiasm that they nearly gave her an ancient knightly salute.
Even Xia Zeming whispered to those nearby, "Do I exaggerate this much when I sit on this chair? Oh! This isn’t good, for those unaware might think I’m plotting a rebellion every day!"
The person beside him glanced at him speechlessly, "You’re overthinking it, that’s not the case."
"Huh? What do you mean by that? Are you saying I’m inferior to a young girl?"
"That’s not just any young girl, that’s the Mistress of the Fu Family."
"Indeed!" Xia Zeming wore a look as if watching a drama unfold, "Some think Lin Fu is from a remote planet, inexperienced and young, hence easy to manipulate. Well now, they’ve really kicked the iron plate."
"Trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, they deserved it."
"So you knew this would happen all along? Is that why you agreed to hold a hearing when there was a debate about it?"
His companion became even more speechless.
What an affair, instead of intensively mediating and controlling as a headmaster, he fanned the flames, enjoying the drama.
"You don’t understand, this is ’placing them in a position where they must fight to survive,’ only by doing this can we ignite the freshmen’s anger and unite them," Xia Zeming spoke with a lonely look of misunderstood good intentions.
"Look, isn’t the effect very good? The freshmen are increasingly identifying with Lin Fu, and I believe it won’t be long before her prestige and appeal significantly strengthen."
His companion found themselves at a loss for words.
"Quiet, quiet, quiet."
The host had to shout three times to barely regain control of the situation.
"Now, Lin Fu, regarding your offense at the Eighth Star Port, violating rules and causing a catastrophe, depriving an innocent victim of life, do you admit your wrongdoing?"
The student representatives below immediately exploded.
What do they mean by innocent victim?
Who gave them the gall?
It was so thick that even a Star Destroyer Weapon couldn’t blast through it, could it?
"Are you here to make a joke?" Lin Fu asked, puzzled.
"I asked if you are here to make a joke?"
The host was so taken aback by the question that he honestly replied, "Of course I’m not here to make a joke."
Laughter erupted uncontrollably from below.
In the spectator seats, representatives from the Royal Starship Academy blushed with embarrassment, nearly unable to remain seated.
"Since you’re not here to joke, then you must be a spy sent by the enemy; otherwise, no one with a decade-long cerebral embolism could ask such a foolish question."
Lin Fu’s remark once more incited boisterous laughter.
Even Song Zheng and Mason, along with other teachers from the Land War Academy, couldn’t help but join in the laughter.
"You, you, you..." the host’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted from anger.
After some hectic scrambling, the host was revived but couldn’t face staying any longer due to sheer embarrassment, covering his face and fleeing. Eventually, a middle-aged woman from behind the high platform stood up to replace the host and continued questioning Lin Fu.
"Lin Fu, please cooperate. I must also warn you, this is a hearing, not a place for you to act without restraint."
The middle-aged woman had a sharp-faced look, her stern and harsh scolding enough to make children cry.