Qinghe Middle School's freshmen had witnessed someone getting struck by lightning on their very first day, which must have left a profound impression on their tender souls.
However, for some special students, such an impression was evidently not deep enough.
Take this foolish boy, for example, who seemed to have just popped up from some sea trench.
This kid must have just gotten ashore not long ago, his clear eyes exuding a simple stupidity.
Wang Yunxiao wrapped his arm around his shoulder, lifted him up, and pressed him against a corner. With one hand pressing on the back of his neck, he smashed a fist into his ribs. The slender yet sharp rib bones pierced through his chest on the spot.
For an ordinary person, such an injury would generally mean kneeling down, with no need for emergency rescue. However, this boy, as if nothing had happened, still struggled vigorously like a flexible eel under Wang Yunxiao's grip.
