"Gan! Gan!"
An elderly professor with silver hair rushed in front of them, reaching out his hand to stop them, "Students, you can't go! Your actions will bring shame to Cornell and ruin your own futures."
"Professor!"
"Is Cornell's motto to ignore injustice when you see it, to bow down to darkness?"
Forest Gan clenched his fists, tears streaming down, "What wrong has Mexico done, what wrong has Mr. Victor done? Those lofty elites, not one of them speaks up about this. He stood up alone—why did he stand up?"
"Because he did it for all of humanity!"
"Is school teaching us to bow our heads?!"
"Have all our years of education failed to teach us the essence of humanity, professor?"
The 80-year-old professor trembled under the questioning, and a teacher nearby rushed to steady him.
"A just cause will always be just!" Forest Gan shouted loudly.
He led his classmates out of the campus...
"Professor Kangbei, this… this…" The teachers nearby were at a loss.
