"Ha!"
Ye Xuan smiled faintly, his gaze suddenly growing much colder, squinting as he stared coldly at Yan Rui, and said dismissively, "This classmate seems to have a big problem with me."
"You're just posturing. Not only do I have a big problem with you, but I'm going to beat you up!"
Yan Rui strode forward, a sinister expression on his face, sneering.
As the vice president of the university martial arts society, he was a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo, with incredibly strong skills.
He swung his fist with a gust of wind toward Ye Xuan, who was standing on the podium, aiming directly at his face.
Some timid girls even closed their eyes.
They could imagine the scene of Ye Xuan being punched until his face was covered in blood.
It was terrifying!
With a "boom," the heavy fist came down.
"Ah..."
A sharp scream sounded.
The girls who had closed their eyes opened them slowly, full of confusion.
The scene in front of them left them utterly shocked.
