——Zhang De, right now Bi Xia’s influence in class H of the first year is getting bigger in Yunhui, if we don’t teach him a lesson soon, we’ll have no status left.
——Damn! Bi Xia is a first year, and you’re telling me to go mess with a first year!
——It’s not like you haven’t done it before, Ye Xiao has returned to the second year now; both of us betrayed him, do you think he’ll let us go?
——So if I mess with Bi Xia, Ye Xiao will let us off?!
——Are you stupid?! Ye Xiao is with Bi Xia now, without Ye Xiao, Bi Xia is nothing! Listen to me, our method to deal with class H in the first year is simple. Bi Xia cares about his class H, so we’ll make him realize that opposing us will only bring disaster to his class H.
Without a trace of emotion, he threw the phone Zhao Ze handed him onto the ground, the white canvas shoes stepped on it, once, twice, three times, crushing it. The sound of the phone scraping the ground and the screen shattering stimulated Zhang De’s heart as he lay pinned on the ground.
He lifted his shoe off the phone and kicked it in front of Zhang De, the white canvas shoes appeared in Zhang De’s line of sight simultaneously.
He lifted his foot and tilted Zhang De’s chin up, the teenager’s delicate face showed no expression, his star-like eyes were indifferent, but the cold gleam in them made Zhang De shiver all over.
"That person’s name."
Zhang De paused briefly, then immediately said, "Zhu Zhong! The class president of class A."
Lowering his foot slowly, Bi Xia bent down and yanked Zhang De’s hair, speaking calmly, "Tell me, what did you use to hit Wu Zhiyuan."
"A, a brick," Zhang De stammered, and before Bi Xia could ask, he confessed directly, "In the warehouse, it was Zhu Zhong’s idea!"
Bi Xia nodded, slowly stood up, and turned to the warehouse. He saw the red brick behind the warehouse door at a glance, long and intact, with Wu Zhiyuan’s blood on it.
Taking a deep breath, he bent down to pick up the brick and walked step by step toward Zhang De. Before Zhang De could speak, the brick came down on his head. There was no blood, but Zhang De fainted and fell to the ground.
[Scan complete, no signs of life-threatening injuries, mild concussion.] 007 immediately conducted a vital signs check on Zhang De.
Bi Xia straightened up and said to Meng Chi, "Get someone to take him to the hospital, let him accompany Zhiyuan."
After speaking, he turned his gaze to Ye Xiao, "Take me to class A of the second year."
Hearing Bi Xia’s command, Ye Xiao immediately snapped his fingers and turned to lead Bi Xia towards the second year’s teaching building.
"Boss, Kuang called, Zhiyuan and Wenxin are already in the hospital, they’re being examined now." Meng Chi hung up the phone and told Bi Xia.
Bi Xia nodded, holding the brick in his hand without putting it down, he walked up the stairs step by step, but everyone around him felt the growing pressure emanating from him.
"We’re here." Standing at the entrance of class A, where the students were still self-studying, Ye Xiao said calmly.
Looking at the nameplate of class A, Bi Xia suddenly let out a cold laugh, "What a coincidence."
Meng Chi suddenly realized, lazily lifting his eyelids, "Yeah, what a coincidence. Twice we’ve dealt with class affairs, both times it was class A. Isn’t that something?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire.net
Ye Xiao paused for a moment, then laughed softly, "Oh my, such a coincidence. Luckily, I’m no longer a member of class A, now I’m part of class H. I really feel I am very connected with the boss."
"Hindsight warrior," because he was already familiar with Ye Xiao and had followed Bi Xia much earlier, Meng Chi no longer showed the initial deference a junior would to a senior, but rather the casualness of equal brothers, "By that logic, I’m even more connected than you are, I’m in the same class as the boss."
He shrugged indifferently, "Fine, can’t argue with you."
Meng Chi smirked, Bi Xia slightly weighed the brick in his hand, glanced at Ye Xiao and Meng Chi standing beside him, as well as Cheng Xin’er and Zhao Ze who came along, and suddenly curved his red lips, "You know what? I really enjoy making a grand entrance when causing trouble."
As he spoke, he raised a leg and suddenly lashed out, giving his ankle a little twist, and softly clicked his tongue, "Indeed, not even worth a hit."