Yue tingfeng spread out his hands."Director, I don't think this makes sense. Do you think my face would still be intact if I was fighting a few people?" My clothes are still so clean? I guess he's already been beaten to the ground and can't get up. "
The Dean looked at Yue tingfeng and nodded. This new transfer student looked like a frail person. He was not short, but he was fair and thin. His clothes were clean and tidy, and there were no scars on his face. He did not look like he had been beaten at all.
How could a child at such an age fight against five or six people?
Since that was the case, the student who had brought him here must have lied.
The director turned and glared at the boy.""Come with me to the teaching office."
"Director, director, I'm not lying. He's the one who's lying. He was really in a fight when I went to look for you. Maybe ... Maybe ..." He stammered, then looked up at Lu xiuche. His meaning couldn't be more obvious.
