"Good, we have two more supporters, now two thirds of the people agree." The man with gold-rimmed glasses was about to speak again but was interrupted by Chu Baichuan.
"Wait, when I said idiot, I was talking about you." Chu Baichuan glared at the man with gold-rimmed glasses, spat out a mouthful of saliva disdainfully, as if looking at a silly clown.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses' face fell, he glared darkly at Chu Baichuan. He was the most successful guy among his classmates, with a feeling of superiority, believing that he should be the one to take charge. But instead, he had been ruthlessly humiliated.
"How could you speak like that? Can't you be civilized?" A woman who admired the man with gold-rimmed glasses shouted out, blaming Chu Baichuan.
Most of the newbies chose to watch coldly, and there were also a few men who were jealous of the man with gold-rimmed glasses and wanted nothing more than to see him in trouble.
