206 Impartial, Fair, and Open

At the same time, the locker room’s door was closed. Several team leaders sat on the chairs, looking at each other with gloomy and dark faces.

"What are we going to do now?" Glenn began. "Having been classmates so many years, we’re all familiar with each other. There’s no need to pretend. Our school has made the final order that we can’t keep the music history department in the next round. Don't you feel a little bit of pressure?"

Hearing this, everyone was speechless. He felt the pressure, she felt the pressure, and so did everyone else. But what else could they do? Forcefully?

No one thought that the music history department would survive until now. Who would have imagined that the publicly accepted rubbish team would happen to have no opponent twice? Staying until now had gone beyond the school board’s tolerance.