"I really want to see what kind of people you are. Dare to oppress my first years, not wanting to live, huh?!"
The boy's voice was neither loud nor soft, with a touch of coldness and indifference. His incredibly handsome face showed no expression at all, clearly looking like a frail teenager, but making people shiver.
The boy had his hands in his pockets, casually strolling onto the rooftop. A group of people from E class, H class, and B class suddenly appeared behind him and blocked the rooftop's path in an instant. Zhang De suddenly realized it was no longer him surrounding them, but he was surrounded by a group of first years.
The boy's starry eyes slightly turned, landing on Chu Kuang and Meng Chi. Upon seeing that they had no injuries, he said expressionlessly, "Getting bolder, aren't you, knowing to call for help."
Chu Kuang and Meng Chi stayed silent, understanding that Bi Xia was in a bad mood and that they'd been impulsive, so they kept their heads down obediently.
