It pained him to hear those words.
Yang Zihao was still very young. Those words almost made him fume.
The weak and small figure suddenly rushed out from behind the table. Yang Zihao's posture was one that wanted to beat Quan Jingyi.
The taller Quan Jingyi blocked Yang Zihao's fist without an effort and looked at him with a meaningful smile.
Quan Jingyi didn't do anything. He didn't even have to speak. His gaze alone was enough to make Yang Zihao feel that he was being humiliated.
Yang Zihao screamed. But, because he looked a little frail, his scream didn't have much of an effect. Instead, it gave the impression of a child fighting with an adult.
The students in the class appeared to enjoy watching them battle it out. They seemed impressed by how Quan Jingyi, who didn't move at all, managed to stop Yang Zihao. His face reflected his helplessness and the mocking he received. The scene was like a cat teasing a mouse.
