Sure enough, in the next moment, Luu Xian saw the floating copy of "Poetry, Politics, and Military" move.
"Ah—" Mo Ran, who was standing in front, let out a muffled groan as he was struck and knocked aside by the heavy book.
Three or four people were pulled down by Mo Ran's reflexive grab at the same time, tumbling down one after another. Several nearby desks were also knocked askew.
The strength was considerable—it looked like someone with martial training; otherwise, how could he have taken four people down at once?
Chu Ming turned back to glance, "The book is heavy, sorry."
Saying this, he walked toward Ning Hao: "Senior Brother Ning, where's the political book class?"
Ning Hao stared at the "Poetry, Politics, and Military" before him, frozen in place.
"Poetry, Politics, and Military" really was heavy, but not so heavy as to knock over five people and three or four desks, right?
"Senior Brother?" Chu Ming prompted again.
