Class 3 Year 2.
"Is it here?"
Someone shone a flashlight at the plaque, and the words Class 3 Year 2 were brightly written on the dusty nameplate.
"Why is the door locked?"
"Let me check."
The door to Class 3 Year 2 was locked with a chain.
Pushing it didn't budge it at all.
"I'll find some tools..." Fatty rummaged through his backpack.
Bam!
Fatty looked bewilderedly at Chuzheng, who was retracting her leg.
The girl calmly put her hand back in her pocket, while her other hand held a machete.
This posture, add some gold chains, wear sunglasses, and hold a cigar, and she would definitely look like a gangster on the streets!
Chuzheng raised her chin slightly: "It's open."
"..."
Fatty swallowed hard.
Having witnessed this young sister opening a window before, they remained relatively calm at this moment.
Ren Qiao and He Mingxu were obviously not used to this, and they all moved further away from the violent Chuzheng.
