He smashed his fist against the other party's face, again and again, until they realized what was happening and pushed him away with ease.
Numerous fists and feet fell upon his body. An Feiran curled into a ball in pain.
He looked through the gaps in the crowd and saw the beautiful and graceful girl giving him a benevolent look.
She then said in a chilling voice, "That's about enough. Fighting is not allowed in Class 3-1. Don't make things difficult for me."
She was half whining and half annoyed.
Oh.
That's right, she was the class president.
An Feiran was surprised. Don't make things difficult for her?
Those words were so ironic.
...
"Hey, Brother Xun, have you heard?"
"Get lost..."
Shen Xun lay on his desk, trying to catch up on sleep. His voice was raspy, and he was in a bad mood.
