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Liang Zhenlun turned his head, his brows instantly furrowing tightly.
Luo Peng didn't want to see him, and he felt the same.
Especially when he saw Jiang Chen beside him, Liang Zhenlun's eyes beneath his sunglasses took on a sinister darkness almost verging on ferocity.
Bai Haoran had promised him he'd take care of this kid; how many days had it been without any action?
"Luo Peng, who are you cursing at?"
The smile on Liang Zhenlun's face gradually disappeared.
"Whoever jumps the queue, I curse at,"
Luo Peng said coldly, "Everyone is in line, what gives you the right to be special?"
Although they didn't dare to be the first to resist authority, seeing someone taking the lead, the students at the scene couldn't help but cast angry glances at Liang Zhenlun.
Even if Liang Zhenlun was usually arrogant, this time he was clearly in the wrong and didn't wish to incur public indignation.
"Please go back and line up."
Zheng Jingjing repeated.
