Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Xiao Song, move my chair over here
Lin Fu looked at the shabby, rough chair in front of her, never mind that soone had already tampered with the leg of the chair, ensuring that she would make a fool of herself and fall as soon as she sat down.
Let’s just say that such a narrow, rough chair, no matter who sat on it, would be seen as a criminal undergoing interrogation in this setting.
Hahaha! What a cunning plan.
“Don’t go too far, who do you think you are?” the host, with a red face and thick neck from anger, exclaid, “Who do you think you are?”
The student representatives below and all the faculty and instructors of the Land War Academy couldn’t help but worry for Lin Fu.
Two n and two won in the spectator seats, however, showed a look of disdain simultaneously.
“Who am I, you don’t know?” Lin Fu suddenly lifted her leg, stepped on the chair, and with a crash, the chair instantly turned into powder.
The room fell into an odd silence, many eyes sparkled, and so people incredulously covered their mouths.
So furrowed their brows slightly, sensing sothing amiss.
Wasn’t it said that Lin Fu, deep down, felt that it was wrong of her to kill, so as long as they grasped this thought, they could render her passive and manipulated without her knowing?
Why then, since her arrival, had the situation not developed as anticipated?
Where was the promised humiliation?
But where in her posture was there a hint of guilt or embarrassnt?
A middle-aged woman sitting at the back of the stage had her eyes flickering.
“Lin Fu, don’t overdo it,” soone finally couldn’t restrain themselves, stood up, and accused loudly: “This is a hearing, a trial for the mistakes you made before.”
“A trial? Are you sure?” Lin Fu countered.
“This… this… this…” The man who had accused her loudly suddenly looked around nervously with guilty eyes, not daring to affirmatively answer Lin Fu’s question.
Because everyone knew this was only a hearing, not a trial, and they had no authority to judge Lin Fu.
Even if it was a hearing, it was one they had comnced through despicable ans.
“If you can’t answer, then sit down and stop making a fool of yourself,” Lin Fu said, unapologetically.
“You… you…”
The middle-aged man, humiliated, found himself lost for words in the face of warning looks from those around him and reluctantly sat down.
“Excuse , Admiral Xia Zeming, would it be reasonable for to request a different chair?” Lin Fu directed her question straight to the silent principal, Xia Zeming.
Xia Zeming, seemingly unaffected by the charged atmosphere in the hall, said cheerfully, “Of course, it’s reasonable. Xiao Song, quickly bring the chair from my office here.”
The scene imdiately exploded.
“What? To give her the principal’s chair?”
“On what grounds? Why does she deserve it?”
Many people were puzzled, but Song Zheng, referred to as Xiao Song, dashed out and swiftly returned carrying an opulent high-backed chair, the color of crimson, grandly styled and antique, inlaid with precious gems.
To call this chair a throne would not be an exaggeration.
The crowd could no longer keep their composure; the noise escalated, and the host’s call for quiet did nothing to restore the solemn and reverent atmosphere from before.
As everyone watched Lin Fu calmly and composedly sit down on the chair with their own eyes, they knew it was over!
Their ticulous planning to trample Lin Fu into dust and use sharp words to build a negatiive perception of her – lowly, humble, brutal, and more – had failed.
Not only had their sche failed, but it had also further aided Lin Fu, allowing her to effortlessly win over countless followers without any scheming on her part.
Bringing her one step closer to being Elbert’s rising star.
For at that mont, Lin Fu, sitting on the opulent chair, was dazzling, radiating an aura that irresistibly incited an urge to worship, to kneel and submit.
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