The evening quickly approached, and Jidenna, who had kept his ears on the ground, seemed to hear more and more cases of slight refusal from Cheng Yuan's supporters—even when he was there.
These weren't necessarily refusals but rather opinions being made.
If it was another group where this was done, Jidenna would think nothing of it; after all, wasn't that how a good, functioning group was supposed to be?
If your followers can't tell you something which you will listen to, then there is a problem.
It is either the leader is a tyrant, or the followers are not genuine enough—they simply don't care.
Not to mention that this is only university. For a lot of students here, this is their first official encounter with the world, as some came directly from secondary school straight to university.
In a way, you could almost still consider them babies. Jidenna was only thinking about the people who just entered—the first years.
