"Sorry, Brother Nan, I shouldn't have stood up." Wang Jiong trembled all over and said with a frightened face.
Chen Nan chuckled and patted him on the face, "Jiong, you're really awkward. Why didn't you just stay in your own classroom? Why come to Class 9 to get beaten? Hasn't Comrade Ming taught you how to behave?"
"Sorry, Brother Nan, I know I was wrong." Wang Jiong nodded desperately, admitting his mistake, and after a while, he said somewhat fearfully, "Brother Nan, actually, Brother Ming asked me to come. He wanted me to deliver an invitation to you..."
Chen Nan's face turned cold, "Who told you to call him Brother Ming? Call him Comrade Ming, understand?"
Fuck your mother, what I call him is none of your fucking business!
Wang Jiong dared not speak his anger and hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, you're right, Brother Nan. He's not worthy to be called a brother at all, just Ming, Comrade Ming."
"That's more like it. Give me the invitation."
