The worst batch of students?
Dai Yuegui's remark completely made everyone start questioning their lives.
It's just the first day of the new semester, and even though we haven't graduated yet, you don't even know our names, and you've already decided we're the worst batch?
A bit too arbitrary, don't you think?
Is it a catchphrase habit of yours?
"Compared to the last batch, your spirit is just like that of weaklings."
Dai Yuegui scolded once again.
All the students were dumbfounded. Although they didn't dare to refute, each of them felt a bit resentful.
After all, back in sophomore year, they were the darlings of the class, almost worshiped by the class teacher.
Su Yue observed quietly.
Dai Yuegui is absolutely not someone to mess with; playing it safe has no downsides.
And those black-faced senior brothers seemed to be a bit eager, could it be the excitement of the upcoming college entrance exam?
Doesn't seem like it.
Su Yue had an ominous feeling.
