Chapter 38
I opened the classroom door.
Immediately, a girl I didn’t even know the name of yanked my hair. "Oh, the bitch’s already here?" she sneered.
A surge of annoyance flickered within me. I wanted to smack her head and make her kneel, but I held back. Retaliating would only invite more bullying.
Sure, they were just teenagers, but they were some of the most annoying living beings—second only to babies. I made a mental note to remember their faces. Well, joke’s on them: once I upgrade my stats, I’ll be able to kick their asses in the most humiliating way.
When the girl noticed I was giving her a death glare, she scoffed. "Ha? You have the nerve to glare at me? You bitch, say it—are you mad at me?"
I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I looked at her nameplate: Kimmy Gabriela. I committed her name to memory and kept my silence.
As I made my way past the other seats to sit down, I could feel their sneers and stares directed at me. Amidst the sea of hostile expressions, my eyes caught Angela’s. She looked at me with a hint of sympathy before quickly turning away, as if trying to hide her concern.
’Hah! She must have done something to make these brats start bullying me!’ I thought, frustration bubbling inside.
Just then, Christian entered as three large scrolls floated behind him. "Guys, settle down. I have the exam results for our subject, Domain Anomaly Analysis."
The academy adhered to a long-standing tradition: all exam results, whether big or small, were publicly posted on large posters. It was believed that this practice motivated cadets to aim higher in rank.
As Christian’s scrolls materialized and the posters appeared on the bulletin board, other students groaned, bracing themselves for the news.