The building was already very tall, but the fervor had died down from before.
After all, it was just a rumor without any evidence.
532nd Floor: I heard Jih Cheng has a knife, you guys better be careful.
533rd Floor: How do you know that, upstairs?
534th Floor: A classmate of ours saw it, seriously, I'm not lying to you, he really had a knife in his hand.
535th Floor: The head of discipline even called him in for a talk, but I don't know where that son of a gun hid the knife, they didn't find it, but it's really there, believe me!
536th Floor: Is a transfer student this audacious?
Jih Cheng slept until noon when school let out, with Chuzheng sitting inside; if he didn't get up, she couldn't leave.
After contemplating for a bit, Chuzheng stepped on a chair and jumped out.
A perfect landing.
A little problem like this, could it stump me?
Yu Yue was standing at the front door of the classroom with her sidekicks, staring at her with malice.
