Mr. Cooper was instantly at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and said, "This has nothing to do with you. Why are you getting involved?"

Sean Miller rolled her eyes and said, "I just want to see whether the school is being reasonable or not."

Mr. Cooper's face turned stern, and he said unhappily, "This is simply nonsense. Go back to class."

"I won't."

Sean Miller puffed up her cheeks, her face full of stubbornness.

"If the school is being unreasonable, I'll go to the Education Bureau and file a complaint with the city!"

Mr. Cooper couldn't help but be taken aback, giving this charming young girl a suspicious look, as if he was seeing her in a new light. Sean Miller was recognized as the "school beauty princess" of Wei Zhou No. 1 High School, but aside from being lively, she never acted spoiled, was very polite, and always treated teachers and classmates with courtesy.

What was going on with her today?

"Sean Miller, go back to class."

Just as Mr. Cooper was at a loss for words, Ryan Carter spoke up, saying calmly.

Sean Miller became anxious and shouted, "I won't. They're definitely going to punish you, maybe even expel you."

Ryan Carter just smiled, a confident smile: "Don't worry, they can't punish us, let alone expel us."

"You're that confident?"

Mr. Cooper was a bit displeased. Although he usually thought highly of Ryan Carter, as a student, acting so cocky in front of the school and teachers was definitely not right.

"Mr. Cooper, I hope when the time comes, you can remain neutral and not get involved, okay?"

Ryan Carter said very seriously.

Mr. Cooper was stunned again. He wanted to give this reckless kid a good talking-to, but seeing Ryan Carter's serious look and calm demeanor, he swallowed his words.

He hadn't witnessed the fight in the school cafeteria two days ago, but he'd heard people describe it vividly. He never would have thought that the usually low-key, studious, even somewhat withdrawn Ryan Carter was actually a martial arts expert. It was said that with one punch, he sent that thug flying, blood spraying everywhere.

Still, Mr. Cooper remained somewhat skeptical.

Such a fierce image was just too far from his impression of Ryan Carter.

After walking a few steps, Mr. Cooper finally came to his senses, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and stared hard at Ryan Carter, saying very seriously, "Ryan Carter, William Thompson, you two aren't planning to fight the teachers, are you?"

This was a new problem in Mr. Cooper's one or two decades of teaching—probably not many teachers had ever encountered such a situation.

If the rumors were true, these two brats were real experts. If they got angry, the teachers could be in danger.

To have two such tough troublemakers among his students was truly a headache for any teacher.

Ryan Carter smiled and said, "Mr. Cooper, don't worry. We know who we can and can't fight. Even if the school acts like jerks, we wouldn't use force to solve things."

Mr. Cooper was stifled.

What do you mean, "the school acts like jerks"?

That sounded really awkward.

Mr. Cooper's face grew even more serious, and he said, "Ryan Carter, William Thompson, you are still students. You can't learn bad things from people in society. Practicing martial arts is a good thing, it strengthens the body. But you must never use it to do bad things. What kind of society is this now? Do you really think problems can still be solved with fists?"

Ryan Carter nodded and said, "Mr. Cooper, you're absolutely right. Fists can't solve every problem. So please rest assured, we won't use force against teachers."

Mr. Cooper felt a bit more at ease.

Ryan Carter didn't talk much on a daily basis, so every word he said carried weight.

The group continued forward, with Sean Miller stubbornly following behind.

Mr. Cooper glanced at her, but surprisingly didn't force her to go back, seemingly tacitly allowing her to follow. With such a beautiful female classmate present, these two boys probably wouldn't dare act out.

The four of them went straight to the Office of Political and Moral Education.

As soon as they entered the office, the corners of Ryan Carter's mouth lifted slightly, revealing his signature faint smile.

This time, Director Clark was truly well prepared.

The entire office had been arranged to look like an interrogation room. In front, a row of desks, with several teachers sitting upright. Besides Director Clark, there was a deputy director of the office and the secretary of the school Youth League Committee, which was normal.

What was unusual was that, in addition to these three "judges," there were also two PE teachers in the office. These two PE teachers were in their prime, muscles bulging, sitting at the far ends on either side, eyeing Ryan Carter and William Thompson like tigers watching their prey.

That was still understandable—after all, they were teachers and qualified to act as "judges" in the office. The strangest thing was, there were also two student athletes present. Ryan Carter and William Thompson recognized them as well; they were seniors, the two strongest among the sports students.

The two student athletes stood on either side, arms crossed behind their backs, like two sturdy door gods.

Director Clark had made every possible preparation. If these two boys dared to act out, Director Clark would make sure they paid for it!