10 PM.
In a well-decorated room, Yang Fan sat in front of the computer, his fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard.
The bruises on his face had returned to normal. After school in the afternoon, he went to the hospital for treatment, spending twenty thousand New Coins.
This is the advancement of modern technology, as long as it's not a fracture, missing limb, or amputated limb, it can be quickly healed.
Outside the door, faint footsteps could be heard.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knocking sound rang out.
"Yang Fan, I heard Ji Yu beat you up today, how are you?"
This was the voice of Second Brother, seemingly concerned, but with an unmistakable hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
"Xiaofan, even if you don't have martial arts talent, you should study hard. Don't think I don't know what you're up to at school!" This was the voice of Third Brother, in the usual reproachful tone.
