As expected, each of the students in the class felt hurt when they caught what Yun Jian said. The term "trash" from her felt like a violent blow to the boys.
The majority of the boys in class saw Yun Jian as their idol but when said idol called them trash, they were not going to sit there and take it.
"We're trash? Yun Jian, you're good—no doubt—but you can't call us trash even if you're skilled. Okay, even if we're really trash to you, what about Zhang Shaofeng? He can't even beat Zhang Jian! If I'm asked, he's more trash than Zhang Jian is. Why did you take him as a disciple and not Zhang Jian?" another boy huffed indignantly.
Then, more and more guys began to heckle, chorusing what he said.
"Yeah! If we're trash, Zhang Shaofeng is even more of a scum. Why did you take him in as your disciple then?" When one person spoke up, there were more who echoed him.
