Situ Haohai heard what Liu Zhendong said and laughed, "You're calling more people here only to be further insulted."
"Heh." Liu Zhendong scoffed twice, "Nonsense, just with you guys looking like that? Now, you can only be trampled under the feet of our Class Seven."
As the class president of Class Seven, Situ Haohai naturally couldn't appear to lose in terms of momentum.
Li Xiaoqiang, hearing these two men bickering endlessly, lifted his head and stared at Liu Zhendong, "You come to our class and talk too much, huh?"
While saying that, Li Xiaoqiang directly grabbed the stool from under his butt and threw it toward the classroom door.
Whoosh!
"Ah, my face."
Liu Zhendong wasn't hit by the stool because he dodged quickly, but the young man behind him was struck, causing his face to swell up instantly.
