Qin Heng left, and the classroom of Senior Year, Class 2 fell into dead silence.
All present were staring dumbfounded at Tan Wenhe, who was kneeling on the ground. The several successive admissions of defeat they had just heard resonated in their hearts like thunderclaps.
This was the president of Yanjing University!
In the entire society, he was considered a member of the upper echelons, a celebrity whom many people wished to meet but couldn't, whose help countless others sought in vain!
Yet now, he had been forced to kneel and beg for mercy by a high school senior, even repeatedly declaring submission without daring to resist in the slightest. It was truly terrifying, horrific!
Who exactly is this Qin Heng?
The few students who had previously mocked Qin Heng were now frightened to the point of fainting, with the smell of urine on the ground—they had been scared witless!
"Qin Heng!"
