The library was unusually quiet.
A few students around pretended to read, but their books were upside down.
How obedient.
Isn't this the living Yama who once made his opponent cry during sand table exercises?
Behind the bookshelf.
Zhao Tiezhu retracted his head.
He held his cheek.
Toothache.
Sour.
"Come out."
Gu Yanshen didn't even turn his head; his voice was as cold as ice shards.
Zhao Tiezhu shivered.
He slowly moved out, still holding the Civilian Training Manual.
"Mr. Gu, what a coincidence..."
"Get far away."
Gu Yanshen closed the lid of his lunch box with a crisp "click."
"Three seconds."
Zhao Tiezhu turned and ran.
Even faster than a five-kilometer cross-country sprint.
Gone in the blink of an eye.
Lin Wan Yi packed the lunch box into a net bag.
"Why are you so harsh on him?"
"He's noisy."
Gu Yanshen gathered the waste paper on the desk into a ball and accurately tossed it into a trash can three meters away.
Next.
