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They could clearly leave, but those few people just wouldn't budge, obviously wanting to say something for Long Yong and Rao Jie to hear.
More specifically, it was meant for Rao Jie, as they mistakenly believed she was Wu Rong's assistant. Long Yong's strength in the competition among graduate students was evident; they were all top students in the field of mathematics and naturally knew each other. They wouldn't be foolish enough to trouble Long Yong; they simply wanted to mock Wu Rong for Rao Jie to hear.
One of them said unhappily, "It's not like we're talking about you, Long Yong. Why are you so anxious? We can't solve this unfair situation, so what's wrong with just talking about it?"
Upon hearing this, Rao Jie felt a surge of anger rising in her throat. She told herself to hold it in and not cause trouble for her seniors or Professor Wu, as she had no right to speak up here and had to endure.
Rao Jie gritted her teeth, tightly clutching the hem of her dress, keeping her head down to avoid seeing those people.
But how could Long Yong allow Rao Jie to feel uncomfortable? This was also a matter concerning the reputation of Shencheng University. He couldn't let these people speak recklessly.
"Losing is losing. Just because Professor Wu is not as good as you think, does that give you the right to slander others? Do you think your professors would approve of what you're saying now? Aren't you embarrassed by how you look?"
"What did you say, Long Yong?"
Long Yong's words completely infuriated the few people on the other side; they were clearly holding back their anger, and Long Yong had given them a chance to ignite it.
Just as the conflict was about to erupt, several older professors approached them without anyone noticing.
"What are you making such a racket for? Don't you see what kind of occasion this is?"
The few people turned around and immediately recognized their professors; it turned out they were the so-called Professor Ma and Professor Liu mentioned earlier.
These two professors looked to be in their forties and fifties, both bald and wearing glasses, dressed like old scholars.
With support arriving, someone naturally went to complain.
Rao Jie listened as they subtly mocked Wu Rong again, even targeting Long Yong; she was truly furious. She wanted to rush up and yell at them but lacked the courage.
Why did these older individuals have such ugly faces? Was mutual understanding between people really that difficult?
Go ahead and complain; could these old professors be any more ignorant and immature than them?
Rao Jie told herself to endure it; it would pass eventually, but her hands had already tightened enough that the small veins were slightly bulging.
She felt uncomfortable and had an urge to cry. Why should this be happening? What right did those people have to speak about Wu Rong like that? What did they know about him?
After hearing the complaints, the older professors showed no change in expression and didn't seem interested in pursuing Long Yong or Rao Jie further; they simply looked at their students and began lecturing them earnestly.
However, no matter how one listened, their words felt off.
"I've told you many times not to take this matter to heart. Why are you still dwelling on it? Professor Wu has real skills; you should learn from him. As for whether your future will be as smooth as his, that's up to fate and your own efforts."
"You are all adults, so why is everyone so straightforward? Is the world really just black and white? Being open, fair, and just is the hardest thing in the world. People cannot escape the concept of 'human feelings,' do you understand?"
A few graduate students, upon hearing their mentor say this, had nothing left to misunderstand.
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