With the support of the other lecturers, Roger grew even bolder, his words becoming sharper.
"I'm the only one gracious enough to take you in. Go ask around if other departments want you!" he sneered, asking another lecturer, "Mr. Burrows, would you take him?"
The lecturer chuckled, "Oh no, I wouldn't dare take on such a troublesome task."
"How about you, Mr. Cunningham?" Roger smugly asked another lecturer.
Mr. Cunningham quickly waved his hand to decline. "I could never handle such a difficult student."
The entire office joined in, making it clear they wanted nothing to do with me. Eventually, Roger shrugged in mock sympathy. "See? Other lecturers would've treated you worse, yet you have the nerve to complain about me? You ungrateful brat."
I chuckled coldly.
Most people would have burst into tears and even started questioning themselves after being cornered by a group of teachers like this.
Fortunately, I knew the whole truth and was sure of myself.
"There's no need to ask for outside help, Mr. Hopkins. I only have one question—since you gave me a zero for the test, do you have the test paper with my name on it?" I boldly asked. "If you can prove that you have it, I'll grovel for forgiveness. But if you don't, I'll fight to the end, even if it means bringing this to the Ministry of Education!"
Roger froze but couldn't say anything. That was because there was no test paper.
He hadn't even handed me a test paper that day, and I'd left right after he announced the quiz.
He had no right to give me a zero without my test paper. In other words, he was in the wrong here.
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