Watching the group of people who were about to start fighting, Zhou Jie and Zhang Hua both grabbed megaphones and roared.
Zhang Hua was so furious inside, he wished he could let the Second Middle School's crowd beat up Zhang Fan, but if a fight really broke out, it would turn into a bloody battle between Second Middle School and First Middle School.
If that happened, it would definitely make the news.
Zhou Jie, terrified, comforted Zhang Fan while shouting continuously, "Student Zhang Fan, please calm down."
Kidding, he had seen Zhang Fan break a metal table with one palm.
Damn, if that palm landed on someone, it would definitely break several bones.
Zhang Fan smiled mockingly and then sped up his pace, overtaking Qi Lin once again and activated his taunting skill, "Teacher Qi Lin, you can't keep up, your stamina is way too lacking."
Qi Lin almost spurted blood in anger.
