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Class monitor scowled, “Shouldn’t you apologize for slandering someone?”

“Slander? Who said it was slander?”

Jessi Whitman, unaware of the public notice board, argued self-righteously, “Do you have evidence to prove that old man has nothing to do with Xaviera Evans? If you can’t prove that, then she’s being kept. You’re still protecting a woman who sells herself for money? Are you hoping she’ll help you find a sugar daddy after you graduate?”

Jessi’s words were extremely harsh, angering the students of Class 3 right away.

“Watch your mouth, Jessi Whitman!”

“How rude can you be! Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a girl!”

“The school has posted a warning on the public notice board about rumors spread by Mag Evans. What are you being arrogant about?”

The public notice from the school proved Xav a was innocent and that all of it was fabricated by Mag Evans to tarnish Xaviera’s reputation.

“What? The school punished Mag? How could that be?” Jessi’s eyes widened.

“Why not? You were the ones who made a mistake, and you are all just jealous of Miss Lohill!” The class monitor sneered.

Miss Lohill’s name, in the eyes of the students who love fashion design, was divine.

They could never forget the sight of Miss Lohill winning the top design award for her design in that year’s international fashion competition. She had made her mark overseas!

It was Miss Lohill who proved that as long as they worked hard and were excellent enough, they too could stand on the international stage! She gave them the courage to continue studying design, directing them towards hope.

The students of Design Class 3 and the class monitor stood together. The light in their eyes moved Xaviera, who suddenly felt the heavy weight of being a teacher.

Libanan University is one of the best universities in the country, a higher education institution that countless students dream of. It brings together elite students from all over the country. However, Libanan University is also a

prestigious school; wealthy people like to send their children there to gain prestige.

To ensure teaching quality and not offend wealthy and powerful parents, Libanan University divides itself into two teaching areas: the normal teaching area and the prestigious teaching area. Class 3 belongs to the latter.

Most students in this class are rich and powerful, so they tend to slack off and not pay attention in class. They end up at the bottom of the rankings in every final exam.

In comparison, Mag Evans is more sensible. She may come from a prestigious family, but she doesn’t possess any of the bad habits that rich children have. She sincerely studies in the normal teaching area, which has earned her the admiration of countless male students, who see her as a goddess.

“You call her ‘teacher’ so sweetly.”

Jessi came to her senses and looked disdainfully at the students of Class 3 surrounding her, “How much has Xaviera brainwashed you, protecting her like bootlickers? Can she help you pass the exams or professional courses?”

Jessi may be arrogant, but she does have the credentials to back it up. She and Mag Evans are acknowledged as top students in school, always occupying the top three spots in every exam. As soon as Jessi said this, the students of Design Class 3 didn’t know how to refute her. For the first time, they hated their own foolishness for dragging Xaviera down.

Seeing them speechless, Jessi grew even more arrogant, “All of you useless rich second generations! You’re abandoned children discarded by your parents! They’re only sending you to Libanan University to save face! None of you in Class 3 will ever inherit your family’s fortune! You’ve already been given up on!”

These words didn’t bother the students from other classes, as they privately acknowledged it as a fact. However, hearing it from Jessi really struck a chord with the students of Class 3.

That’s right; they’re all abandoned children, thrown to Libanan University and into this special Class 3 for various reasons. Some may truly have poor grades, acting ignorant and incompetent, while others may have to pretend to have poor grades due to some reason.

Regardless of the truth, when is it the turn of Jessi, a lowlife with a rotten personality, to point fingers at them!

The class monitor’s face turned black, “Jessi, watch your language!”

Jessi, believing she had caught their weakness, laughed haughtily, ‘What’s the matter? Which of my words are wrong? By your own admission, even if Xaviera isn’t being kept, so what? A country girl like her becoming successful is already shrouded in mystery. If she isn’t being kept by that old man in a luxury car, she’s being kept by some other wealthy person!”

“And as Xaviera’s students, you are all scum of society, hahaha! No wonder you’re defending Xaviera. You’re all the same – shameless parasites and scum!”

“You—”

“What ‘you’? What, do you still want to use violence? Make your Class 3 even more infamous for not being able to handle the truth and shutting people up with violence? That’s really your Class 3’s style..”