The classroom was silent as a graveyard.
Every pair of eyes was on the teacher standing at the podium and on the unflustered Purple Summers.
These two, one determined whether students could earn credits, the other a president's daughter of prestigious identity, neither could be offended.
None of the students dared to oppose the teacher, nor did they dare to discuss Purple.
After a long moment, the teacher sneered coldly and stopped looking at Purple.
"Class begins now. I hope that certain people remember that I don't want to waste everyone's time because of one person's laziness."
Purple felt a surge of anger inside and thought herself unlucky to have encountered such a teacher!
It was obvious that the teacher held great prejudice against her!
Thankfully, other teachers at the institute were normal; otherwise, Purple really would have doubted her decision to aspire to the institute.