Qiao Nancheng remained unmoved, ruthlessly throwing the chair towards Teacher Liu!
Instinctively, Teacher Liu blocked it with her back; heart-wrenching pain swept through her, and she shrieked miserably, tumbling onto the floor and screaming, "Someone is hitting; a student is hitting their teacher! Help..."
The chair rolled across the floor, crashing into a student's desk with a loud bang.
Qiao Nancheng clenched his fist, ready to continue his assault.
"That idiot!" Ning Xixi stomped her foot anxiously and rushed forward to grab him, "Stop hitting! You stop right now!"
The veins on Qiao Nancheng's temple throbbed, his muscles tightly wound, but with Ning Xixi standing in front of him, his lips quivered, "She, she insulted you... deserved, deserved to be hit..."
From a corner, a soft murmur emerged, "Hey, have you noticed? This new handsome guy, seems like he stutters..."
