"Find out exactly where the problem lies."
The director of the historical research center was furious, his face red and neck bulging. He slammed his fist on the table and demanded, "What are the people in charge of account management doing?"
"Whoever is in charge of account management, step forward."
Everyone fell silent, pretending to be wooden figures, eyes downcast and mindless.
Enraged at receiving no response, the dean shouted, "Zhou Dongdong, you speak!"
Zhou Dongdong, whose name was called, stood up with a bitter face and asked, "Dean, what do you want me to say?"
"Who is in charge of account management?"
"Are you sure you want me to say it?"
Zhou Dongdong asked, and the dean glared at him, "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point."
"So I'll tell you?"
"explain."
Zhou Dongdong took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and resolutely declared, "You!"
"You are in charge of managing the account!"
"You forgot that you were the one who set the rule of taking turns managing the accounts. According to the schedule, the account was under your control yesterday when we were tagged by viewers of Survival on the Wilderness."
Everyone was speechless.
They are still the same brave ones, Dongdong Yong. What does it mean to speak the truth even if it's hard to hear? This is what it means to speak the truth even if it's hard to hear.
I glanced at the dean, and wow, his face was truly frightening.
The dean felt like he was about to collapse. His head was throbbing with blood, and he looked at Zhou Dongdong with a questioning gaze. "Are you... are you serious?"
Zhou Dongdong was particularly calm at this moment. Anyway, she had already told the truth and had already offended the dean.
If that's the case, what is there to be afraid of?
So he nodded and calmly said, "Dean, I'm taking this very seriously. You can check the schedule if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, he looked down and fiddled with the terminal for a while, then pulled up a scheduling window, opened it, and pushed it in front of the dean, gesturing for him to take a good look.
Dean, "!!!"
Another day when I want to kill Zhou Dongdong for the thousand and first time.
After glancing at the schedule, the dean took a deep breath. "Since it's my fault, I admit it. Now, those whose names are called, please step forward."
"Zhou Dongdong, Ma Titi, Serenbia, Atatakachi, the four of you go back and pack your things..."
"Dean, I disagree."
Standing at a full two and a half meters tall, with a pure white, fragrant flower atop his head, Atatakachi stood up and angrily demanded, "Why should we be fired for your mistake?"
"Can't we be reasonable?"
The dean stared in disbelief. "When...when did I say I was going to fire you?"
Atatakaki became even angrier upon hearing this, slamming his fist on the table and roaring, "You said you weren't thinking of firing us, but you've already told us to go back and pack our things. What does that mean, 'get out'?"
"Let me tell you, Dean, we intellectuals can't do such a thing. We intellectuals..."
"Smack—"
The dean grabbed the half-finished nutrient solution and threw it at Atatakachi. The tube hit Atatakachi's forehead with perfect accuracy, successfully interrupting his eloquent speech.
"Have you said enough?"
The dean smiled, but his aura grew weaker and weaker, and the hair on his head began to stand up, gradually becoming hard and sharp, with a cold metallic sheen at the tips.
This is the dean's expression of anger, and also his attempt to suppress his temper and aggressive desires.
Atatakaki shuddered at the change in the dean's hair and nodded frantically, saying, "I'm done, Dean, please continue."
Good heavens, the dean is going crazy.
Fortunately, he was smart enough to know when to stop, otherwise what awaited him next was the dean's hair coming off his scalp one by one, shooting out like thorns and sticking into his face and body.
Recalling his previous experience of being stabbed, Atataka couldn't help but shudder.
The dean ignored him and calmly said, "I said, the responsibility lies with me!"
"As a person with cultural background, one must have the courage to face mistakes and take responsibility."
"Now that things have come to this, what we need to do is not to run away, but to find a solution. Therefore, I have decided to lead a team to planet E72 to study the divine book 'Investiture of the Gods' and bravely and responsibly take on the responsibilities we should bear."
“And you,” the Dean said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over Atatakaki and the others, “need to come on this business trip with me.”
"I'm telling you to go back and pack your things for a long business trip, not to fire you. Do you all understand?"
"Understood!" Atatakachi and the others replied.
The dean scoffed, "Has no one drunk any of the nutrient solution? Who are you talking to, whispering like that? Speak up!"
"clear!"
The crowd roared at the top of their lungs, their voices booming and deafening.
The dean was satisfied and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, meeting adjourned."
"Dean, I have something to say."
Ma Titi raised her hand, looking utterly confused, and said, "Dean, you didn't even bother to verify with Sang Ning, who broke the story, before believing her words. Is the mistake on our part?"
That's a good question, a very, very good question.
The dean said with satisfaction, "That's a good question, but before I answer it, I'd like to ask you, have you watched Sang Ning's live stream?"
"...I've seen it."
Ma Titi's expression was somewhat unnatural. The dean smiled and said, "So, ever since she found the error in the plant atlas, causing chaos in plant research until now, has she made any mistakes?"
"No, no."
"Given that she revealed the origin of Lei Zhenzi and provided background information on the Investiture of the Gods, what are the chances that she made a mistake?"
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