A loud "bang" echoed through the office space as Han Yuanjun threw the things on the table to the ground.
Teacher Shao and Teacher Ma flinched in fear. Then, they turned around and saw Liang Zixuan and Han Yuanjun.
Teacher Ma sized up Han Yuanjun. Although he looked very aggressive, but since he was wearing casual clothes today, he's just like the students at their school.
"What are you doing?" Teacher Ma threw the watermelon seeds in her hand back into the bag, arrogantly stood up, and pointed at Han Yuanjun. "If you don't want to register, then scram. Stop acting crazy here!"
Han Yuanjun stood there without moving. Coupled with the bone-piercing coldness emanating from his body, many of the students behind him were so frightened to the point of dodging to the side.
Only Liang Zixuan remained standing beside him, holding his hand tightly.
