"Tianpeng, what's happening inside?" Shen Xinli, standing only at a little over 1.7 meters, couldn't see clearly.
Yan Tianpeng, a sturdy man of 1.9 meters, usually had a wide field of vision wherever he went.
He looked inside, but because Pang Jiao and others sat down, Yan Tianpeng couldn't get a clear view.
However, Yan Tianpeng, relying on his strength, directly pushed through the crowd and squeezed inside, allowing Shen Xinli to take advantage of his efforts and follow him in.
The sight that met Shen Xinli was so painful it felt like his life force was being drained away.
Zhang Yifei was pressing on Luo Jun's chest, while Pang Jiao was bent over his face, giving artificial respiration.
At this moment, Shen Xinli felt as if he had eaten an extremely sour candy, his facial features twisted to the extreme.
The faces of the students watching around were equally expressive, as if they had seen a ghost; they'd never encountered something this stirring in their entire lives!
