Yang Yiming had been shouting too loudly before, and as it was evening when classes were about to end in the Imperial College, more and more people gathered under the Imperial College archway. In addition to those students who were initially led from Ruexing Hall to the gate by him and who had witnessed Zhu Ying's "beating" scene, students from various halls such as Zhengyi and Guangye also crowded around to watch the excitement.
As for the well-dressed Banshan Hall students, they gathered together and occupied a corner on the other side. They actually looked down on the dilapidated house of Suixing Hall - the place was narrower than Banshan Hall, the light was not as bright as Banshan Hall, and the tables, chairs and benches were broken at the slightest touch and were shaky - but they all knew that the meaning behind it was very important.
If the two halls can be swapped successfully, it will actually indirectly shake the position of Ruxing Hall as the number one in the Imperial College, and also let people know that Banshan Hall is not the bottom of the Imperial College!
In the eyes of other students, compared to Yang Yiming who was refuted by Zhu Ying without any marks of whipping on his shoulders, and whose hoarseness seemed bluffing and ugly, Xie Wanquan's performance was undoubtedly more convincing. Besides, anyone who was not a student of Ruxing Hall could not help but secretly despise Yang Yiming for only thinking about Ruxing Hall and not caring about other students!
At that moment, someone bold in the crowd shouted, "Master Xie is right. The Imperial College has more than one Ruxing Hall! Banshan Hall and Ruxing Hall have swapped lecture halls, and the students in Ruxing Hall can enjoy the benefits. Why? Everyone should take turns, including Jiuzhang Hall. The eight halls of the Imperial College should rotate lecture halls once a month. This is equality!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Tingfang, who was standing behind Zhang Shou, felt his heart skip a beat and immediately looked towards the crowd.
But before he could find the person who was making the noise, similar voices echoed one after another. Many people proposed the old system of Taizu that Zhu Ying had mentioned at the beginning, advocating that the rotation of six halls was the best way to solve the uneven size of the lecture halls in the Imperial College. Among the chaotic voices, there were inevitably a few people who clamored for the court to allocate funds to repair the Imperial College, but they were all suppressed by other voices.
Amidst the clamor of appeals, the officers sent by Shuntian Prefecture, not far from the Imperial College, were late. The head of the police, Lin Lao Hu, looked at the crowd of people with a dark face, and couldn't help pinching his swollen eyebrows. When a constable beside him called out cautiously, he immediately turned his head impatiently.
"There are too many people here, at least 1,800 of them. Should we disperse them?"
"Disperse? Tell me how to disperse them? These are all students, not just random people! Are you going to go up with the chains and shake them open so that the two of them can go back to jail, or what? There are so many of them, if you dare to go up, I believe their spit will drown you!"
The constable was so scolded by Lin Lao Hu that he could only shut up.
Lin Lao Hu stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, and saw a huge crowd of people in front of the Imperial College archway. Yang Yiming, the instigator, was completely hidden by the crowd, so he could not see his expression, but he could see Zhu Ying who was sitting high on her horse.
Zhu Ying was seen watching the fun, and she looked in a certain direction with a smiling look more than once.