“修炼？为什么要修炼？”林渊眉头皱得更紧了，声音带着明显的不甘。他感觉自己的身体像是被拆散了重组一样，每一寸肌肉都在尖叫，五脏六腑都像是被掏空了又强行塞了回去，难受得他直想吐。

“废物就是废物， Even after being whipped， you still don’t know why you have to work hard?” A cold voice came from the side, making Lin Yuan’s face turn green. It was Mo Qingtian, a classmate he had always been jealous of, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down condescendingly at him.

Lin Yuan’s eyes were filled with pain, but also with a stubborn unwillingness. He squinted and said, “Why should I work hard? I didn’t do anything wrong. Why do you have to oppress me like this?”

Mo Qingtian sneered, “Because you’re a废物! You’re not worthy of being in the same class as us. You should be in the tutorial class, where you belong!” His words were like a knife, piercing Lin Yuan’s heart.

Lin Yuan felt a wave of anger, but he held back because he knew that if he tried to fight back, he would only end up in a worse situation. He lowered his head and said nothing, but his eyes burned with hatred.