She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 738

He paused, his voice booming with absolute authority. "Effective immediately, the Royal Art Academy's School of Music is abolishing all special admission and promotion tracks based on external music awards! Every single student, regardless of the accolades they hold, must pass the academy's standardized, rigorous academic and practical assessments to earn their rank! All current students admitted or promoted via these award exemptions will be subjected to an immediate reassessment! Those who fail will be re-ranked according to their actual skill level—demoted, or expelled!"

The entire hall erupted in chaos.

A solid portion of the students present had ridden the coattails of various awards to get into the academy. Now, because of Jethro's catastrophic blunder, their own tier status was on the chopping block!

Those who had been relying on an upcoming award to coast into S-Tier, or those who had already bought their way in, suddenly looked as if they were attending a funeral.

The looks they shot at Jethro shifted from amusement and pity to naked, venomous hatred!

It was all this idiot's fault! If he hadn't provoked Loyce, if he hadn't been so brutally and publicly exposed as a fraud, the academy never would have resorted to such extreme measures, severing their easiest path to the top!

Ruining someone's future was a cardinal sin!

"No! Chancellor! You can't do this!" one student who had entered via an award cried out. "Awards are proof of ability!"

"Ability?" Chancellor Dennis glared at him. "Like Jethro's 'ability'? The 'ability' to fail basic foundational theory? Or do you genuinely believe your 'ability' can withstand Professor Loyce's interrogation?"

The student choked on his words, turning pale and dropping his head.

In an instant, Jethro became public enemy number one, having single-handedly destroyed the shortcuts and dreams of countless students. Staring up at Loyce, who remained a picture of absolute serenity, a crushing wave of regret slammed into him.

He really shouldn't have let his S-Tier status inflate his ego to the point where he looked down on everyone else. His vanity had blinded him, making him conveniently forget that his nominated piece had been heavily co-written with another musician. He had some talent, sure, but among these true prodigies, he was utterly outclassed.

Dennis turned to Jethro. "As for how you procured that award, I will have it thoroughly investigated. Leave this hall immediately. Go to your dorm, pack your bags, and move to the C-Tier block. If you refuse, I will draft an expulsion notice right now, and you can find another school."

Being expelled from the Royal Art Academy was a death sentence for any music career. Jethro completely lost it. "No, no, no! You can't expel me! I won't go to C-Tier!"

As two security guards grabbed him and dragged him out, he finally broke, screaming for Loyce's forgiveness. But she didn't even spare him a glance, merely holding her roster like an absolute arbiter of fate.

"Let's continue," Loyce's voice wasn't loud, but it cut clearly through the room.

Every S-Tier student who hadn't yet been assessed immediately sat up straight, practically holding their breath. After witnessing the horrifying massacre of Jethro Stanton, no one dared to show an ounce of disrespect toward this terrifyingly brilliant young master.

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