He gritted his teeth. Unable to retract his fist in time, he sharply veered its force to the side!
The punch barely brushed past Gu Xingze's ear and landed on the blackboard with a heavy thud.
Ka-cha.
The blackboard was holed by the punch's impact.
A deafening silence pervaded the entire room in an instant.
The superstar opened his eyes. He was already drenched in cold sweat.
His vision laid on Mu Yazhe's fist; splinters on the blackboard had pierced and bloodied it.
He then transferred his gaze onto Yun Shishi, who had thrown herself into his chest. Her sudden act of shielding him from harm's way with her body with her eyes firmly shut bewildered him.
Grappling her shoulders, he yelled in a frenzy, "Shishi, are you out of your mind?!"
Mu Yazhe took back his fist with a stern expression.
Droplets of fresh blood trickled down from his fingertips and dyed the ground red.
