Ye Shaohua had yet to speak.
The classmates in the room began to jeer, "Didn't we all sign a petition to the Principal to protest against you coming to school? You've tarnished the reputation of No. 1 Middle School, how do you still dare to come to our class?!"
"How could the Ye Family produce someone like you?"
A wealthy second-generation fanboy of Xun Feifei spoke up, his gaze filled with disdain, "It's not surprising at all, the old man from the Fang Family bribed the testers for her, had someone play in her stead, a crooked beam leads to a crooked wall. But you think you can emulate Feifei, the goddess? She's about to participate in professional competitions, and you're nothing but a poor imitation."
"..."
When everyone looked towards Ye Shaohua, their gaze was as disgusted as if they were looking at a fly, especially Ya Qichen, who didn't even think of saying a word in Shaohua's defense.