"You don't?" The crew cut guy frowned and stepped in front of Su Ping's bicycle, before he put a foot on the front wheel. He used so much force that the frame of the wheel squeaked terribly under the pressure.
"Kid, Ye Hao is the yearly tournament champion of your academy, and you're telling me you don't know him? Don't give me that sh*t!" The offender looked as if he wanted to pull his hands out of his pockets and punch Su Ping already.
But he was stopped by one of his companions, who called to him with a cold voice, "Don't cause trouble, Dai Yan."
Dai Yan frowned again and stepped away, after which he gave Su Ping a threatening stare. "Don't mess with me like that, kid, or I'll show you…"
That was a bluff. He knew that he probably wouldn't meet this random student from another academy again.
Su Ping didn't answer because he had been checking his wheel.
Next, he slowly looked up and glared at the crew cut man.
