"Ow, heck, what are you doing, guys, what are you doing! Don't touch me! I don't have a terminal illness!"
Watching a group of people lifting him up and rushing away, Zhang Fan was speechless.
I just need to rest for a bit!
"Tch, you think we want to deal with you? I really want to chop you up with a knife right now. But, as a member of Tsinghua College, how could we just watch you die!" a man sneered.
"By the way, jerk Zhang, tell me, what was with that photo last night! If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!" The man holding Zhang Fan's leg showed a cold glare.
Thinking of the picture from last night, he wanted to tear Zhang Fan to pieces.
"Yeah, fess up! Quickly!" The other few people carrying Zhang Fan also spoke with grim expressions.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: "What else could it be, obviously doing something you love to do!"
"Ding, Killing Intent from Sun Xueshuai +999!"
"Ding, Killing Intent from Gan Zhanwei +999!"
"Jerk Zhang..."
