Chen Nan didn't bother with the amazed looks from his classmates and just looked up at Zhao Ming for a while before finally saying, "Who are you?"
The classmates were speechless. Could this guy actually not recognize Zhao Ming?
As for Zhao Ming, his face turned beet red with the effort not to choke. Chen Nan's question was a slap in the face! Think about it; Zhao Ming was one of the Four School Bullies, more famous than the headmaster himself—who didn't know him, who hadn't heard of him? Yet Chen Nan obviously knew who Zhao Ming was, and still he asked such a question. It was worse than a beating.
If it weren't for worrying about Chen Nan's martial arts skills, Zhao Ming, with his spoiled rich boy nature, would have definitely fought him to death or to disability. "Bro Nan, it's Zhao Ming from class twelve, remember? We met during the basketball game last time."
