Jiang Ning naturally noticed Bai Yuxia's gaze, but what did it matter to him?
He quietly enjoyed watching his classmates fight.
The window beside Jiang Ning connected to the spacious campus, the bright lights in the classroom formed a stark contrast with the dimly lit campus outside, where only scattered street lamps shone.
Pang Jiao and Miao Zhe fought fiercely, their momentum immense, like two giant prairie dogs, standing on their hind legs with claws rapidly grappling in combat.
From their seats to the aisle, and then they tumbled all the way to the back of the classroom on vacant ground, as if they were two martial arts masters, moving and turning swiftly.
This sudden chaos was an eye-opener for the classmates.
This situation was really messy, and no one wanted to step forward; the two clawed wildly as if they were mad, and anyone who intervened would get scratched.
