Noon.
Lin Li limped back to the classroom, feeling the sadness of his poor luck.
Often walking by the river, how can one's shoes not get wet?
Bai Bufan told me at noon that there was something good in their dorm, but when I went over, I ended up having a "relationship" with the Door Beam in front of everyone.
In broad daylight, under the clear sky, there is no justice.
This was a malicious trap orchestrated by Bai Bufan and Zhou Baowei.
This group of rats in the gutter who can't stand others doing well said I've been too arrogant lately and needed to be taken down a peg.
Did I not recently set them up, spread rumors about them, and beat them?
So what?
Why not think about your own problems? As someone being bullied, is there no fault?
Rage, shaking, cold.
Lin Li's physical fitness has improved quite a bit, but two fists cannot beat four hands, especially since they also called in the class's Right Guardian, Wang Ze.
