Looking at the schadenfreude of Li Liang and Wang Qiming's group, people couldn't help but marvel at the audacity.
This Director Li, has he gone crazy?
The bike of the association was dismantled into parts. Is it really that funny?
Meanwhile, downstairs from Zhang Fan, a group of people was laughing so hard they sounded like pigs.
"Hahaha, Zhang Fan, why did you come here with that crappy motorcycle? See, it got dismantled now."
The voice full of schadenfreude was full of ups and downs.
Being able to see Zhang Fan suffer, especially as members of Tsinghua, the guys were absolutely ecstatic.
"Alright, alright, you guys are awesome. I'll suggest to Old Li that this semester, the credit index should be raised a bit."
Zhang Fan on the other side was about to explode with anger.
Gosh, who would have thought, these little brats, would hold a grudge like this.
"Hmph, from now on, I'll walk here. If you've got the guts, try dismantling my legs."
