"Yes, Su, you shouldn't say such things lightly. Do you have any evidence?"
The professors and teachers sitting in the front row also spoke up, looking somewhat displeased.
Su Weiyi stood on the podium. She knew she had acted impulsively, but she couldn't swallow her anger. Her hands clenched into fists.
Zhang Ziyu spoke again: "Su Weiyi, I know you're better at studies than me and I know you don't like me. If you think I'm unworthy of this second place, I'll step down for you, but I won't allow you to slander me like this."
For art students, their creations are like their children, and nobody allows others to harm their children. Although everyone below was just an audience, it was clear that the balance was already tipping in Zhang Ziyu's favor.
Su Weiyi's fists clenched even tighter: "I..."
She was about to say, "I can prove it," needing only a little time.
But before she could speak, a calm voice interrupted: "I can prove it."
