"What else can we do? We all get fifty big slaps!"
"How so?" Zheng Qing pursued.
"Just a gentle slap... can't you see the principle of 'the law does not blame the public'?" Xin Fat Man quirked his mouth, a hint of mockery in his tone: "The school has to maintain its reputation, and Old Yao has to secure his position... Minimizing a big issue is the best scenario."
"What about the specifics of this treatment?" Zheng Qing asked patiently.
"Things like writing self-reflections, warnings, recording major demerits, school probation... nothing more than these measures... oh, and fines." Xin Fat Man began to calculate: "People from the two academies were throwing curses around, and ended up wrecking the stands, fences, chairs, speaker flowers, and other public property. On average, each one of us will have to fork out about seven or eight bronze coins!"
