"A century-old institute, once again meets the grand spectacle of the Martial Arts Joint Examination."
He sighed, his voice carrying an indescribable heaviness,
"Whether our Eighth Academy can advance to greater heights depends on these few days. At this moment of great honor, I believe every good student in our school will be willing to bring glory to us."
The counselor remained silent.
He held a different view in his heart; he believed that truly good students could not possibly cause trouble at such a time.
But he did not voice his objection, simply lowering his head silently, his eyes flickering.
From outside came faint cheering, with the live broadcast screen of the Martial Arts Contest suspended mid-air. As the referee announced the victory, excited students shot colorful fireworks into the sky.
The director of teaching admired the fireworks and said softly:
