As soon as Dean Fang finished speaking, the people below started whispering to each other.
Wen Shan leaned against Professor Zhou and whispered, "The dean looks so miserable."
Professor Zhou glared at her. Wen Shan retreated a little with a cheeky smile.
"It hasn't been a month since If announced that he would be the dean of the School of Physics, and he has already set off two fires. There are our comrades from the media here, and I shouldn't air our dirty laundry, but I'll say it anyway because this might not be a problem in other higher education institutions. The first fire—class hours," announced Dean Fang as he looked down at the row of professors whose eyes were somewhat burning. Fortunately, he only saw three or four of them. The probability of this was not too high.
Wen Shan straightened up in her seat involuntarily.
