Chen Feng was immediately confused, wondering if he had lost his memory?
To resolve the doubts in his heart, he walked up and tapped the bespectacled man on the shoulder, asking, "Classmate, do you know me?"
The bespectacled man, reveling in the attention of many female classmates, was suddenly interrupted by Chen Feng, which greatly annoyed him. He glanced back at Chen Feng, his face full of dissatisfaction as he coldly said, "Who are you, a madman? I don't know you, get lost!"
"I am Chen Feng!" Chen Feng said blandly.
As soon as Chen Feng said this, the boys and girls present were first stunned, then burst into disdainful laughter.
"Ha ha ha, you say you are Chen Feng? Why don't you say you are the President of the United States?"
"Exactly, this guy really has no shame. Seeing Chen Feng becoming famous, he immediately pretends to be him, not afraid of being punched flying by Chen Feng!"
"Kid, you're Chen Feng? Stop bluffing. Get lost and don't insult our idol here!"
