Faced with a personal threat, the fine qualities within her could no longer hold, and Xin Youling's generous features showed a tinge of anger:
"What do you want to do!"
In the distance, Wang Yan Yan glanced over, and her delicate voice sounded: "We just want to play a game with the class monitor; it's called '1, 2, 3 Wooden Man,' don't move!"
The class monitor is in trouble!
Qiang Li from the old sixth class stepped out of his seat, a sinister gleam in his eyes behind his glasses, and he raised his head to argue:
"Bullying us, huh!"
Li Shengnan looked at him, moving her arm, the fat on it quivering:
"Say that again?"
Qiang Li only saw a square face with sharp features pressing close, with a damn mustache thicker than his own.
Qiang Li chickened out.
Chai Wei prided himself on his grace and did not stand out.
