C1 You're a piece of trash.

In No.1 High School of Tianhai.

No.1 High School was the best school in Tianhai.

Grade 12, Class 6 was the best class in this school.

"Gao Mu." The person who spoke was Han Qiu, the class director. She was a middle-aged woman who was about to hit menopause.

"Teacher Han." Gao Mu stood in front of Han Qiu and lowered his head. Clearly, he was a little timid.

"Tell me what's wrong with you." Han Qiu pointed at Gao Mu and at the exam paper beside her hand. Her tone was cold. "Last time, you promised me that you wouldn't flunk the exam. How many points did you get this time?"

Han Qiu was not only the class teacher, but also their politics teacher.

"Teacher Han," Gao Mu said with a trembling voice. "I caught a cold during the exam, so I didn't perform well this time."

Before Han Qiu could say anything else, the classmates in the class started to discuss.

"He caught a cold? Every time his excuses are so lame. Even I feel embarrassed for him."

"To be honest, this kind of person really shouldn't be in our class."

"His learning speed simply can't keep up with the whole class, and his results have always been the worst."

In the eyes of most people, students are supposed to be pure and kind.

But reality was the complete opposite.

Sometimes they can be more snobbish than adults. If you study well and have a good family background, they will worship you like you are a king or a queen. On the contrary, they will treat you as trash.

"That is your excuse?" Han Qiu looked at Gao Mu coldly. The coldness in her eyes scared Gao Mu.

Gao Mu did not say anything. He just lowered his head.

On the day of the exam, he did indeed catch a cold. Even if he didn't catch a cold, he wouldn't be able to get a high score.

"I really don't understand why hasn't Teacher Han kicked him out of our class?"

"Without him, perhaps the most outstanding class this month will be ours."

"Although we are on the same level as Class 3, they don't have such a trash student."

Listening to the other classmates' discussion, Han Qiu did not have any intention of stopping them.

To her, Gao Mu was a burden. If she had a way, she would definitely kick him out.

"Go back to your seat." Han Qiu said and threw Gao Mu's paper at his face.

Gao Mu felt a pain on his cheek.

This exam paper actually left a long and narrow wound on his face.

Although this wound was only the length of a small finger, it still looked very terrifying.

"Teacher Han is amazing."

"Gao Mu is usually so shameless. Now he deserves it."

"Why is he still standing there? Does he think it is not shameful enough?"

Seeing such a scene, instead of comforting him, the other students were even mocking him.

Han Qiu took a look at Gao Mu. She was unmoved.

At this moment, blood flowed down Gao Mu's cheek and dripped onto the paper under his feet.

The blood stains were formed instantly.

Gao Mu looked at the paper under his feet and the terrifying red blood stains. He kept taking deep breaths.

He clenched his hands tightly, and his nails were about to pierce into his flesh.

The intense pain made his brain unusually clear. He knew that he had to calm down now.