In the end, Lu Zijia braced herself and took the initiative to say, "Dean, just say what you want to say!" She was scared when she stared at her like this!
In an instant, Du He revealed a satisfied smile. "Lass, you're a member of the Martial Arts Department. Shouldn't you do something too?"
This girl's success rate wasn't low. She should be enough to help their department survive this crisis, and might even embarrass the Weapons Refinement Department again.
Thinking that the Martial Arts Department had finally vented their anger for so many years today, Du He was still very happy in his mind, even though there were still a lot of difficult questions waiting for him.
Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows and asked cautiously, "What do you want me to do, Dean?"
The dean of the Martial Arts Department looked like a hot-tempered person without any shrewdness on the surface. How could he possibly not be shrewd when he was the dean of the Martial Arts Department?
