"Teacher, don't worry, we'll be sure to behave."
After hearing Hao Jian's warning, all the students nodded in agreement. At this point, if Hao Jian said shit smelled nice, they would think he was correct.
"Very good!" Hao Jian nodded in approval, then turned his gaze to Chen Jingcheng and said playfully, "Aren't you going to scram?"
"Scram! You fake foreign devil!" The other students also shouted in anger.
"You..."
Chen Jingcheng clenched his teeth, his expression extremely ugly. He had always been above everyone else in the class, and now his classmates looked at him as if he were a stinking dog or a pile of shit.
"Grandpa Du, my grandfather and you were like brothers in the craft," Chen Jingcheng looked toward Du Yuelin, knowing that once he was expelled, he could forget about ever getting a penny of pocket money from his grandfather.