"Still fucking using my day off?"
"Do I have to bust my ass off only to fucking write a reflection?"
At that moment, Duanmu only wanted to scrawl eight hundred words of greetings for the school leaders and teachers' ancestors for generations and hand it in.
Truly fucking inhumane!
If you say social practice is also part of education, then have the balls to do it during class time!
How dare you take up my day off and still act all righteous?
Looking at it now, no matter the world, the era, past, present, or future, these damned schools all piss in the same pot. At least, this time they didn't take my day off, which is somewhat conscientious, I guess.
Of course, just don't pull some crap like cleaning in the morning and teaching in the afternoon.
Or else I'll really start cussing.
After venting her frustrations, Duanmu Ai walked toward the park, but as she arrived at the plaza, she saw, not far away, a girl in a Shoujin uniform entangled with a middle-aged man.
