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One day when I passed by the W.C., I heard a voice said "he is as silly as a goose. His father signed up a good many of tutorial classes for him. His mother spent all she had to buy him a bright future. Finally, it is like drawing water with a sieve. His grade is there and how could he get a place at university? He is still under the illusion that he is a genius, yet in fact the only way prepared for him is to be a scavenger or a bricklayer." "Yes, yes, it makes sense. We'd better give him a wide berth." Another one echoed. For a moment I was irritated enough to teach each of them a lesson. I dashed into the W.C., bombarded the first boy with the question "Who are you talking about? What makes you think he is 'as silly as a goose'" Panic seized him when he saw me, he could not but spluttered "I... I... I was talking one of my friends, don't get me wrong." "Who is he? What is his name?" I pursued. The boy was extremely embarrassed by my question and the other one was tongue-tied as well. Just then the ringing bell broke the deadlock, it acted as an excuse for them. Only with the words that "they have to go back to attend class" had the two boys got rid of my interrogation. Although they may restrain themselves if I knock their block off, but can I knock everyone's block off if each of them speaks ill of me?