Could It Be a Fake?

Dean Huangfu thought for a moment. If she could not hold on any longer, he would not be able to help her since she was in the pit. He stretched his neck and shouted, "Little girl, get out of there and find another place to be struck."

Yun Chujiu shouted from the pit, "Dean, isn't it forbidden to ride on our swords to fly in the academy? This pit is too deep. How can I get out?"

"This is an urgent matter, so I'm making an exception!" The corner of Dean Huangfu's eyes twitched. 'You little devil, now you're mindful of the rules of the academy. Where was this consideration when you led a group of people to beat up a senior! Why didn't you think about the rules when you went to the disciplinary department to hang yourself?!'

Just as Dean Huangfu complained, he saw Yun Chujiu fly out from the pit.

'Wait… What the hell was that thing under the little girl's feet?!

'Why did it look more and more like a chopping board?!