The last exam room.
Qi Tianheng lay on the ground cursing. Zhao Xiaofeng, who was in front, hurriedly left his seat and helped him up,
"Brother Tian, are you alright?"
Qi Tianheng dusted himself off in a sorry state and glared furiously at Pang Jiao,
"You did that on purpose just now, didn't you? You wanna die?"
Pang Jiao's large face was impatient, with a pair of glossy lips smothered in lipstick, she retorted mockingly, "I think you were leaning in too close, just giving you some space."
Zhao Xiaofeng seemed to have grasped the situation as he accused, "You're fucking deliberately causing trouble, aren't you?"
With that, he stepped forward, clenched his fist, and his arm revealed the strong muscle contours, considerably thicker than a typical student's, with angry, glaring eyes full of menacing energy!
Ordinary students, if confronted head-on, would absolutely be intimidated.
