The bell signaling the end of class had just rung, and the entrance to the teaching building was like an overturned anthill, bustling with students everywhere.
They were either chatting in small groups or hurrying to their next class.
At that moment, a young man's shout, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the noisy excitement.
Everyone's steps halted, their faces filled with disbelief, and their eyes turned uniformly toward the source of the voice.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to freeze.
The brief silence, like the calm before a storm, filled people with an inexplicable tension.
Then, whispers erupted all around, the noise swelling like a tide.
"What? Young Master Zhao is actually looking for trouble with Chen Nan? This is going to be a good show!" a student in sportswear said excitedly, his eyes shining.
