"Don't," Ye Qianning said, stopping him.
Qian Zhuye tightened his grip on the boy's clothes for a second, then shoved him away as a warning.
The student stumbled back and fell onto his rear, wailing in fright.
"Why'd you hit him? He was telling the truth!"
"Qian Zhuye, you're only protecting Ye Qianning because she's the Headmaster's personal disciple. You just want to be his lackey!"
"I remember you failed, too. Are you trying to ride Ye Qianning's coattails so the Headmaster will fix your scores for you as well?"
Qian Zhuye's eyes blazed with fury. He rolled up his sleeves, ready for a fight.
"The Crown Prince."
A single voice suddenly cut through the clamor.
Qian Zhuye saw who had arrived and took a few steps back. He shot the other students a glare. 'I'll settle the score with you all later.'
The students all looked over. Upon seeing the newcomer, they bowed and retreated a few steps.
