"Is it my turn to take a shot now!?"
When Le Yu put down the long gun, Li Ying shamelessly scooted over and asked, and Le Yu froze for a second, "Why do you want to shoot?"
"Isn't it every student's dream to openly fire a gun at the Academy?" Li Ying declared, as if it were self-evident, "The three dreams of Imperial Academy students: Blow up the Platinum Tower, gunfights every day, fuck the exams, and shine in freedom forever!"
They even had a rhyme for it. Le Yu's impression of Imperial Academy students' sheer audacity leveled up—maybe this was just Cha Huan's karma biting him in the ass, you know what kind of principal you are by the kind of students you raise. Since Cha Huan was always thinking up ways to torment students' minds and bodies, he shouldn't blame them for dreaming of blowing up his office as their ultimate aspiration.
