Several people in the surroundings were watching. Other than teachers, some students were also there.
"Sorry, please let us pass!"
Li Ziqi squeezed her way over. When she saw the young man sitting on the steps, she couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
That young man exuded an unwelcoming aura. As he flipped through the book in his hands, he was munching on a piece of hard sesame bread. He completely ignored the mutterings around him, including those pointing their fingers at him.
"What's going on with this fellow? Is he an escaped slave?"
Whispers echoed out in the surroundings.
There was a scar on the youth's left forehead, and it was evidently shaped like the word 'trash'. From the looks of things, it should have been caused by a sword or a dagger.
Above the 'trash' word, there were a few other disarrayed scratches. It was as though the scratches were there to destroy the word 'trash', but it was unknown what the young man experienced.
