A group of people talked convincingly, repeatedly insisting that Xiao Liulang truly had been with everyone last night.
Slip-ups... were impossible. If they couldn't even make up a story, what would these literary students be doing writing policy essays and crafting eight-legged essays?
You can't beat me in a fight, and you can't beat me in making up stories either?
The students of Wuyue Academy were collectively stunned.
Director Wu became infuriated with embarrassment, "You all must have conspired! Of course, you'd cover for a student from your own academy!"
Zhou Tong, with one hand behind his back, spoke calmly, "If our testimonies align, it's collusion, but what do you call all of you throwing mud at our academy together? So, your testimony is valid, but ours is not?"
