At the onset of the incident, Tao Sisi and Liu Xue were utterly panic-stricken, frantically contemplating whether to surrender and apologize.
However, emboldened by the overwhelming support from the crowd, their fears dissipated, and they abandoned any thoughts of ending this swiftly.
The bigger the uproar, the better. If the situation spiraled out of control, Chi Yu's punishment would be inevitable.
In this society where public opinion reigns supreme, her top-scorer title wouldn't save her—it would become the very blade piercing her chest.
"Why should Liu Xue apologize to you when she's the victim?!" Tao Sisi shrieked at Chi Yu with a sharp, grating voice.
Chi Yu fixed her gaze on Tao's face, a cold fury gradually surfacing in her eyes. "It seems, Tao, your skin is exceptionally thick. That slap you received in school wasn't painful enough, was it?"
Tao Sisi, emboldened by the crowd's support, feigned pitifulness, covering her face.