The short guy staggeringly stood up with help of his friends with his palm covering his left cheek while grimacing in pain. His hair was a mess and his uniform creased like he had been caught up in a tornado.
That powerful tornado was none other than Zi Han who was being held back by their class president. Zi Han should have calmed down by now but that wasn't necessarily the case.
Zi Han kept trying to push back Yi Chen who was pressing him against the wall with his arm across Zi Han's collarbone. "Cadet, stand down!" yelled Yi Chen but Zi Han couldn't hear anything.
His ears were buzzing with his body trembling in anger. His menacing gaze was fixed on the group of people who caused this in the first place.
The little shorty wiped the corner of his mouth panting heavily glaring at Zi Han while saying, "You better thank the class president otherwise....."
