At a desk not too far away, Zhao Yuhua sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the crowd encircled three layers deep both inside and out. Gone was her usual indifference, her brows slightly furrowed as if she wanted to say something, yet hesitated. When the burly man's arrogant and domineering roar echoed once more, a trace of coldness flashed in her icy eyes and her eyebrows lifted slightly, ready to speak.
"Wang Qiang, don't bully my brother!"
But before Zhao Yuhua's mouth could open, a voice as booming as a clap of thunder preempted her from the direction of the classroom's back door. At the sound, everyone was taken aback and involuntarily turned their gaze toward the entrance.
Xiao Yi's eyes also turned to the back door of the nearby classroom. There stood Fatty Tang, eyes bloodshot, at the doorway holding two large bricks. His hefty figure nearly filled the entire entrance, looking surprisingly formidable.
