In the Educated Youth Corps, Li Dahe pointed at the half-man-high stack of books on the kang bed, his teeth itching with hatred.
"You really outdid yourselves, didn't you?"
Fuming with anger, Li Dahe repeated this sentence three or four times.
In front of him, fifteen members of the Educated Youth Corps present stood neatly in two rows.
Li Dahe took a few breaths, cursing through his clenched molars, "Are these books even fit to look at? Can you read them? Do you want everyone to be sent to a re-education class if they find out? Have you gotten so spoiled that you no longer know your place?"
As the Senior of the Educated Youth Corps, Sun Guanghui felt obliged to step forward and take the blame, "Uncle Team Leader, it's my fault, I didn't stop everyone."
Li Dahe: "I know it's your fault, you don't need to remind me."
Sun Guanghui choked and lowered his head.
