“You’re expelled.”

“But-”

“No buts,” the man narrowed his eyes, “You’ve gotten into too many troubles. I do not want a bad student like you in this school.”

Zitao sighed. He never liked the discipline master, always jumping into conclusions without hearing the student’s reasons- especially if one was innocent.

“Pack your stuffs and be out by eight tomorrow morning, hopefully the principal will find a school which would accept you.” He heard the man snort, “It would definitely be a miracle for a school to let such a notorious student in.”

Zitao closed the door behind him and sighed once more. “Ooo someone’s getting expelled I see?” The boy spun around as he heard chuckles and laughter behind him, narrowing his eyes when he saw the group of boys responsible for him being expelled. “You bad boy, just get out of this place already, scum!” A boy shoved him, attempting to make Zitao fall, but he held his ground and stared down at the attacker dangerously. Suddenly a fist was swung and there was a loud gasp, followed by a long silence.

“Yeah, I’m a bad boy.. So what?” Zitao broke the silence and removed his fist from the boy’s stomach, walking away from the group emotionlessly as the boy fell onto his knees and clutched his bruised stomach.

If that's what everyone calls me.. A bad boy.. I shall be one then.