"Brother Tian, good morning." Fatty Huang saw Lin Tian come in, stopped the earlier conversation, and cheerfully greeted him.
"Fatty, what were you just talking about? You got hit?" Lin Tian frowned and asked.
With things like this happening continuously, Lin Tian couldn't help but take it seriously. If even the students from Class One of senior year three were getting beaten, that would be unacceptable. He'd dig three feet into the ground to find the person behind it.
"No, Brother Tian, hear me out. Last night I went out, encountered some thugs who recognized my school uniform. They wanted to beat me up, but of course, I wouldn't just stand there and be caught without a fight. That would shame our class. So I yelled, 'There are only three of you. If my Brother Lin from Class One were here, he could knock you down with a single finger!'" Fatty Huang passionately recounted, even reenacting the scenario.
