"Will you be angry?"
"No."
Kiyono Lin didn't even respond; she set down her chalk.
"First things first, tonight, I will personally select the fifty-five official members who will compete for Team A."
"What?"
"Impossible!"
"Do we also get a chance to play?"
"Isn't it natural for the third-years to participate?"
Faced with the uproar, Kiyono Lin sneered, "Those who are speaking out now must feel that they are not competent enough to be chosen, right?"
Dubian Che gasped in shock.
[You have a new email]
'Minister, please watch your words!'
The noise boiled over again, some people stood up abruptly, and their chairs screeched sharply as they were pushed back.
Everyone began to point fingers at Kiyono Lin.
"What do you know as a first-year?"
"Not even the advisor dare to decide like this!"
"Having her instruct us is indeed a waste of time."
The doors of the music classroom burst open, and a group led by Inoue stormed out of the room angrily.
