Nan Yan's words gave the students in the class an uneasy feeling.
"I'll give you one last chance. Whoever did it, step forward. Otherwise, even if you beg for mercy later, it won't work," said Nan Yan, her expression cold and her beautiful eyes exuding a chilling and rebellious aura.
Despite her slow and casual tone, it intensified the sense of oppression.
"An Nanyan, I warn you, don't mess around!" The class monitor shouted in a forceful manner.
"What if I do?" Nan Yan replied. In an instant, she lifted her leg and kicked the table next to her, sending it flying.
Startled, Lu Rongrong, who was sitting behind the table, let out a scream and covered her ears.
The table overturned, scattering its contents all over the floor.
"Lu Rongrong, it seems the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough," Nan Yan grabbed Lu Rongrong by the collar and lifted her up. "Seeking revenge on me? Huh?"
