"Are we really that scary? How could a homeroom teacher say something like that to their own students? They make us sound like school bullies."
Behind the flower bed, Jiang Wuya looked at Xu Haiyang in disbelief.
Xu Haiyang shook his head, equally puzzled.
"That can't be right. We never went out of our way to bully anyone!"
"Then how did we become school bullies?"
"No idea."
Xu Haiyang shook his head again, then thought for a moment and asked,
"Think someone is deliberately smearing our glorious reputation around school?"
"Could be. Maybe we should ask Old Yang later?"
Xu Haiyang suggested.
"Sure!" Jiang Wuya nodded firmly.
A little over ten minutes later, in the school infirmary.
Yang Shouzhong glared furiously at the two of them.
"Take a look at this yourselves. Is this what you call doing nothing?"
As he spoke, Yang Shouzhong pointed at Wu Licheng and the others on the sickbeds nearby.
It's pretty good, but it's short and weak.