"If you're truly that dissatisfied, then just leave," Zhu Bixuan confronted Ling Weiwei bluntly. "This isn't your home, you don't have the authority to dictate how we behave. If you feel we're disturbing you, then find somewhere else to stay or switch dorms."
Her words lacked any courtesy, almost reaching the point of pointing fingers and hurling insults at Ling Weiwei.
"You…" Ling Weiwei was so infuriated that she could barely articulate a response.
The atmosphere in the dormitory became tense, with Zhu Bixuan and Ling Weiwei seemingly on the brink of a confrontation. Zhou Cui'an, watching from the sidelines, could only feel a sense of unease.
"Tomorrow marks the first day of classes." Ye Leng'an's calm voice interjected. "Surely, you don't want to draw attention to yourselves. If you gain 'fame' in this manner, you'll be under scrutiny for the next few years."
Of course, "fame" here wasn't a favorable term.