Both of them, unsurprisingly, were called to the principal’s office for a talk.
"Absurd! Truly absurd! I sent you out to gain experience, not to cause trouble!"
The principal was so furious that his beard nearly fell off, while Professor Lawrence stood by, doing nothing, but his eyes also revealed disapproval of their actions.
Wayne Lane slightly lowered his head, appearing to listen obediently, but his mind was sowhat wandering.
"We were trying to do good deeds, wouldn’t say we were causing trouble," Hannah quietly retorted.
The principal, angered, slamd the table and glared, like an extrely strict elder, "You dare to talk back."
Hannah obediently lowered her head, indicating that she would remain quiet.
Professor Lawrence glanced at her, a smile in his eyes, "You little girl are quite capable, I heard you blew up Bruce’s auction house?"
"You still talk about these things to them, are you trying to spoil them rotten?" the principal shot a sharp look his way.
Hannah spoke softly: "Actually, it wasn’t us who caused the explosion; it was their own people who pulled the wrong wire..."
Bruce’s people had so talent in business, but they really lacked experience in combat.
The scene at the ti was chaotic, few were fighting, but many were screaming, various weapons flying all over with great destructive power, even their own people couldn’t make sense of it.
As for the small explosion afterwards, it was also caused by their people accidentally detonating it in the chaos.
Luckily, there were no people at the center of the explosion, so it didn’t cause any severe harm.
It was just an underground auction site used to imprison slaves that was blown open, and quite a few people escaped.
"Hannah, you are not allowed to speak!" the principal looked over again.
After all, she was the student he was most proud of, and though she was a bit rebellious, the principal couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh.
Professor Lawrence had already understood the principal’s thoughts and didn’t say much more, at most just watching the drama unfold.
The rebelliousness in Hannah was such that probably no one could ta her.
The final ti when the principal asked about what happened, Wayne Lane, who had been silent, took the initiative to stand up.
"This ti it was my fault for not supervising Hannah well, the mistake is mine."
He suddenly spoke, causing both the principal and Professor Lawrence to look over.
Both were sowhat surprised that Wayne Lane would take all the bla onto himself, it really wasn’t like his usual style.
Hannah turned her head, secretly taking a glance at Wayne Lane standing beside her.
Outside the window, the sunlight just happened to fall on his face; a faint halo of light couldn’t lt his cold, stern features, as if it was his inherent nature, aloof and indifferent.
Yet, it seed like sothing was quietly changing.
Like in the midst of a harsh winter’s snow, sunlight falls, lting a small patch of thick snow, then revealing a hint of vibrant green.
Hannah only looked for a mont before turning her gaze back to her own toes.
At this mont, the elderly principal spoke, "Wayne Lane, you an to say, all these acts were led by you?"
The principal had also been on the battlefield in his youth, only retiring due to an injury, and assud the position of the principal of the ch arts academy with his honors.
Although he had retired from the battlefield now, the principal’s gaze still carried imnse pressure.
Wayne Lane remained expressionless, raised his head, and t the principal’s gaze, "Yes, I led Hannah in these acts."
The principal didn’t say whether he believed it or not, but shifted his gaze back to Hannah, asking her, "Hannah, what about you? What do you have to say?"
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