The students from Hang Yuan were speechless.
'Well, it does sound like you're being forced, but don't you think it'll be more convincing if you don't say something like that with a straight face?'
Wu Zhiheng looked at Fu Zhi in disbelief. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in return, but he found that his jaw was dislocated and he could not say anything at all.
A paroxysm of stinging pain and embarrassment swarmed over him, and tears began to well in his eyes.
Seeing the tears in his eyes, Fu Zhi hastily said, "You see? I told you he knew he was wrong, didn't I? Look at him. He's crying now because he's afraid we won't forgive him! He is really such a wonderful kid who's willing to admit his mistakes!"
Wu Zhiheng shook his head vigorously.
"What? You think I think too highly of you?" Fu Zhi sighed. "Don't worry. You deserve it."
Wu Zhiheng was stunned.
'No, you dumb*ss! I think you think too little of me!'
