"Hirata..."
"Hirata..."
The students present watched Hirata Yosuke bow deeply to Fang Li. Their mouths fell open, yet not a single one of them could say anything.
Their feelings had to be complicated right now.
"Yosuke..."
Karizawa Kei looked equally at a loss for words, unable to form a complete sentence for the moment.
Class D was indeed at the bottom.
The people gathered in this class were either problem children or perfectly ordinary people. Expecting them to become outstanding was simply asking too much.
So, after Fang Li had criticized them so harshly on the beach, they might not have said it aloud, but they had certainly been unconvinced.
Especially since there were quite a few hot-tempered and even violent people in the class. Asking them to put on a pleasant face for Fang Li after what had happened was absolutely impossible.
The only reason they had not clashed was because they had been swallowing their anger.
Take Sudo Ken, for example. If he had not owed his classmates a debt of gratitude, and if he had not wanted to repay kindness with violence at a time like this and bring trouble upon the class, that violent man would probably have thrown a punch at Fang Li already.
Because of that, everyone in the class harbored resentment toward Fang Li, perhaps even anger.
It was easy to imagine how difficult it would be to make these people obediently listen to Fang Li.
Yet now, seeing Hirata Yosuke—the one Fang Li had berated the most severely—lower his head to Fang Li for the sake of all of Class D, how could the others keep holding onto their frustration and anger?
Had Fang Li not said so long ago?
One of this class's hidden dangers was its inability to recognize reality.