There was a deathly silence in the hearing. The air was as thick as coagulated blood. Professor Li slumped in his chair, the sweat on his forehead dripping down his hairline and soaking his collar. He opened his mouth and made a "ho ho" sound in his throat, like a fish being thrown ashore. Wang Hao was still lying on the ground, and the dark wet marks under his body were particularly conspicuous under the dazzling light. The arrogance he had before was now shattered into pieces. The students around them all looked as if their acupoints had been tapped. Those contemptuous, mocking, and gloating looks just now have all turned into horror and confusion. They looked at Lin Wanxing like a monster. How could Lin Wanxing, who had always been considered by them as poor, lonely, and with nothing but his face, force the arrogant Professor Li and the rich second generation Wang Hao into such a situation in just a few words? What she used was not evidence or crying, but a kind of... Crushing. An absolute dimensionality reduction blow at the level of thinking.
