"I'm talking to you, did you hear me!" Xiang Zhao was irritable, why did he feel this kid deserved a beating?
Xu Jinyan: "Oh, I don't recognize you."
Xiang Zhao: ...
"Are you playing me?"
He had heard that his sister had been chasing this guy for a long time and had even confessed to him face to face, and this kid actually said he didn't recognize her.
Wasn't that blatantly disregarding him, and playing him for a fool?
Xiang Zhao was furious, and he grabbed the other person's collar directly.
"Kid, you..."
Xu Jinyan had been practicing martial arts since elementary school, and even after entering junior high, he hadn't stopped practicing. He frequently asked his master for extra lessons. With high-intensity training and regular sparring with other students, he had developed a near instinctive reflex. The moment his collar was grabbed, he subconsciously grabbed the other person's shoulder and executed a smooth shoulder throw.
He gave no time for the opponent to react.
