Joshua had fallen so low. But given his greedy, lustful, and lazy nature, becoming a male escort was probably his only way to make money. Other paths didn't offer much of a future for someone like him.
"Alright. It's time for a pop quiz! Everyone, write your name on your textbook, hand it in, and get ready to start the test!"
Roger abruptly announced the test, startling the whole class.
As if he wasn't satisfied with scaring everyone enough, he added, "The scores from this test will count toward your credits and final exams. If you haven't been paying attention in class and think you can cram at the last minute, good luck.
"Don't blame me when you fail. Blame yourselves for not having any discipline!"
Soon, his two lackeys stood up to start collecting the textbooks.
Most students weren't keen on handing them in. After all, once students enter university, only a few truly study seriously.
As Roger pointed out, most students didn't study during the semester and only relied on cramming for a week or two before final exams.
Handing in the textbooks was almost a guaranteed failure.
Unfortunately, those lackeys were in cahoots with him. No matter how the students tried to avoid them, they were determined to collect the books.
Before I knew it, the two lackeys had reached my desk.
"Give me your textbook!"
When Zack saw it was me, he shouted without hesitation.
Was he threatening me with credits? I honestly didn't care about them.
So I stood up and slapped Zack across the face.
"You tore my book, yet you still won't apologize? Who gave you the nerve? I'll give you one chance—take the torn book back and buy me a new one, or else I'll beat you up."
Zack, stunned by the slap, widened his eyes and looked at me in disbelief. "You... You hit me."
He quickly handed the textbook to Louis and turned to shout at Roger, "Mr. Hopkins, William hit me!"
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