Six o'clock in the evening.
"Punch me." Su Ming'an grabbed someone's collar.
The one being grabbed by Su Ming'an was a golden-haired, blue-eyed man. His eyes were like a serene lake, akin to tranquil jade, and his features were deep and his face thin.
"Punch me, quickly." Su Ming'an repeated again.
"Even if you say that, I can't just hit someone randomly..." The golden-haired, blue-eyed man showed a helpless smile.
Su Ming'an pulled his hand and punched himself in the chest.
"Bang."
The punch was as light as a feather.
"This won't trigger the Memory Clip because I have no hostility towards you..." the man said helplessly.
Su Ming'an released the golden-haired, blue-eyed man and looked up at the surrounding large classroom.
