SPLASH!
Under the crowd's astonished gaze, with Li Weiwei deliberately filming, the glass of wine in the class president's hand didn't end up on Qin Lin's head. Instead, to everyone's shock, he poured it directly over his own!
"Damn, what's going on?"
"The class president just poured wine over his own head right in front of Qin Lin. What on earth is he trying to do?"
"Qin Lin, you bastard, let go of the class president's arm!"
Sharp-eyed Li Tang looked closer and saw that it was Qin Lin who had grabbed the class president's wrist, forcing his hand against his will.
"You son of a bitch, let go of the class president! Who gave you the nerve to harm him?"
Qin Lin sneered, casting a cold glance at the shouting Li Tang. He then twisted the class president's hand, forcing him to smash the glass on Li Tang's head.
CRACK.
"Qin Lin, you son of a bitch!"
Struck by the glass, Li Tang felt warm blood begin to flow down his head. He glared at Qin Lin, seething. "I'll kill you!"
