"Teacher Ye, I disagree." A tall, new student suddenly stood up. "Just because we were jesting and deriding, you think we won't pass the Divine Music Master exam? I won't accept this. This is retaliation. While I can understand your anger, please do not deprive us of our opportunity to learn."
His words instantly gained the support of all the new students who had been jesting and snickering moments ago, and a chorus of blame arose. Some students even insinuated that Ye Yinzhu, as an assistant teacher, did not have the authority to act this way.
Ye Yinzhu stood in the center of the stage, listening quietly to the students' outpouring without responding. His face remained calm, the accusations failing to disturb the tranquility in his clear eyes. After a while, silence fell once again over the auditorium, with everyone waiting for Ye Yinzhu's response.
Ye Yinzhu looked at the new student who had challenged him. "Have you finished?"