Jiang Chen, you are fired.
"Jiang Chen, you are fired."
The dean of the Academic Affairs Office threw a stack of documents on the table. The sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the quiet office. I lowered my head and looked at the toes of my shoes, which were worn white.
Several teachers around me were looking at me, and I was all too familiar with that pity look. Ever since I was a child, I have been the negative example of "other people's children". His grades were last, he failed the physical fitness test, and even the paintings he drew in art class were called "abstract garbage" by the teacher.
"Jiang Chen, did you hear that?" The director knocked on the table, "In this final exam, you got zero points in all subjects. Not twenty, not thirty, but zero points. The physical education teacher said you couldn't even complete the running exercises, so he failed you directly."
I raised my head and wanted to say something, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something.
"Also, the vase you broke in the library last time is worth 12,000. The school has contacted your parents. Your parents said..." The director paused, his expression a little subtle, "I told you to find a way on your own. You go, don't delay other students."
Figure it out yourself.
