Seeing Hannah unresponsive, he pushed his luck, "How about I let you hit me once?"
Hannah slightly curled her lips, "Hit where?"
He patted his own face with an unbearable arrogance, deliberately provoking, "If you've got the guts, hit here..."
Right here.
Before he could finish his sentence, a shadow flashed before his eyes, followed by a backpack being hurled heavily onto his face.
The boy was struck so hard that his head spun; he couldn't steady himself with the desk and just collapsed onto the narrow aisle.
Curious glances came from the surrounding students, some even thought of helping, but the sight of Arnold Simmons's icy demeanor made them promptly retreat back to their places.
The boy wailed as he lay on the ground, yet Arnold seemed as if it wasn't enough, delivering a kick straight onto his ankle.
It was the exact foot he had used to kick Hannah's desk.
