He Juan slipped into his car, closed the door and stared vacantly at the school building in front of him, still with the papers in hand. For a few long seconds, he merely relished in the silence and emptied his mind of thoughts.
Never in his wildest dream could he imagine that Mu Yuze, out of all people, would fail his class. Almost twice. He Juan could not associate the sharp-eyed and quick-witted boy with someone whose grade reports were littered with Ds and Fs. If not for the unique handwriting that exclusively belonged to Mu Yuze, He Juan would have thought that Teacher Wei was talking about someone else who had the same name as Mu Yuze.
