"Zheng Jie fell!"
"Oh no! He's not dead, is he?"
"Ah— !"
The class was in turmoil. Their screams even echoed across half of the school compound, prompting countless other students and teachers to turn to where the noise came from.
When Chen Chen saw the panicking crowd, he approached the window and leaned half his body outside the window to investigate.
On the base of the building, Zheng Jie was lying silently on the pavement. His face was twisted in horror and shock while a pool of blood formed under him.
At the same time, a red-colored round object slipped out of the corner of his lips and rolled onto the soft ground beside him.
Chen Chen felt another chill creeping into his heart when he saw this.
