By the time Ling Feng brought the desk and chair from the academic affairs office, twenty minutes had already passed.
Mao Guoqiang's face had turned purple with anger.
As the class president, he had intended to put this new student in his place, but unexpectedly, the newcomer had outmaneuvered him like this!
In front of all the students in the class, this was a total loss of face!
But he was helpless because when he tried to stop Ling Feng earlier, he had realized that this seemingly frail boy was incredibly strong, no match for him.
With no other option, Mao Guoqiang could only think to himself: Kid, if you dare to cross me, you won't have good days ahead!
Ling Feng casually carried the desk and chair in one hand to the back row of the classroom, placed it beside Gao Xiaobao, then slowly sat down: "Now we can start the meeting!"
Everyone looked at him with curiosity, unsure what this boy was thinking.
