The big guy with the towering build looked at Yang Fei with squinty eyes, his face full of prankish curiosity.
"Fatty, I really wanna know, how did you feed yourself into this shape? Your family loaded or something?"
Anger rose straight to Yang Fei's head and he glared at him.
"None of your damn business. Fatty Master just likes being fat, got a problem with that?"
In the barracks, a few cadets were cracked up by Yang Fei's words.
The tall, brawny guy bared his teeth in a grin, stretched out a palm the size of a fan, and reached to pinch Yang Fei's chubby cheek.
"Fatty, quite the temper, huh. Lemme test your hand~feel for Grandpa here."
Yang Fei slanted his eyes at the guy, sneering inwardly.
There are bad people everywhere in this world.
Even in Sai Enshi Academy, there were plenty of bullies and thug-soldiers throwing their weight around.
Seeing the big man's fingers about to clamp down on Yang Fei's face—
