Shen Bin was not in a hurry, he sat there upright. He had served in the army, and sometimes he had to stand in military posture for several hours or all morning. Sitting now wouldn't feel uncomfortable to him.
The principals originally waited for Shen Bin to speak first, to give the teacher an out. But it seemed impossible at the moment, and those kids from the compound stood there confidently, glancing at the bruised-faced Ji Zhongjun, merely sighing.
At this point, the homeroom teacher of Class 2 in Senior Year found them, "Principal, you all are solving the issue with the freshmen, but our students also need to go back. The college entrance exam is imminent, who can bear the responsibility of hindering it? This is a matter of a lifetime."
