Pang Jiao's body suddenly plummeted, "thud!", landing on top of Wu Xiaoqi.
Wu Xiaoqi's frail body, as if struck heavily, caught his breath in his throat, producing a horrifying sound.
He nearly lost his life.
Wu Xiaoqi was once again wedged between the tables and chairs, his eyes vacant, unable to speak.
Wang Longlong said, "Quick, quick, do it again!"
"1, 2, 3...rise!" He organized again.
Chen Siyu was dumbstruck.
"Yuxia, this..." She didn't know what to say.
Bai Yuxia was rather indifferent now; when school had just started, she used to be a responsible girl. Back then, when Miao Zhe and Pang Jiao got into a fight, she had thought about intervening and had even counted on Jiang Ning.
However, after half a year, she had grown accustomed to these incidents in class.
Let them fight, as long as they don't kill each other.
Xue Yuantong ate dried fish, watching them chant slogans and lift people.
