"Are you sure you won't regret it?" Principal Kong asked, his words laden with meaning. "Yao Tang holds a lot of promise."
Unfortunately, his intent flew past Luo Hua's head, who was ruthless with his rejection. "Of course, I'm sure, Principal! If we must accept her into this school, then she should at least be placed in Class 12. I don't think she'd be able to keep up with the pace of the other classes, anyway."
Class 12 was laughably known as the 'International Class'. It was the dumping ground, so to speak, of the students with the worst test scores. In all fairness, they didn't discriminate between those who came from powerful backgrounds and those with mediocre ones. The only deciding factor was that these students did poorly with their studies.
Needless to say, it was the most unruly class on campus, and caused an endless headache to the school faculty.
