Ji Dong patted his shoulder, his voice surprisingly gentle, "To bravely step forward, you are very courageous. You're a man."
Purple Morning Star looked at Ji Dong in surprise. In his impression, Teacher Ji Dong had never complimented anyone before. Pride welled up within him, unconsciously curling his fists.
By this time, the first-year teachers and students had already arrived at the vast sports field. A few of the quick-witted teachers had already run off to report to Principal Zhu Rong. God knows how things would develop here.
Xuanyuan Xin spat out another mouthful of blood, pointing at Ji Dong, "Ji Dong, I want to duel with you. A fight to the death."
A trace of disdain appeared at the corner of Ji Dong's mouth, "All of you come together. Whoever is dissatisfied with me, you all can step forward."
