The wind was cold, and the trees were still.
Yuan Zhihu's smile froze on his face, his gaze shifting from casual to deep as he slowly spoke, "Even if you want to fight, there's no need to be so ruthless.
You broke a leg.
He'll need at least half a year to recover, and it will have a huge impact on his future cultivation in Bone Tempering.
You've essentially ruined his future."
Baiyu released his grip and smiled slightly, "President Yuan, I really hate being disturbed while studying. Last time this group took over the Kendo Club's activity space, I already tried to reason with them.
If flies like to bother people, they should be ready to be swatted dead.
A bunch of sophomores acting like cowards, continually bullying me, a freshman, is laughable.
As for you, President Yuan, you..."
At this point, he suddenly paused, slowly pulling out a black notebook from his pocket.
Yuan Zhihu was fully alert.
He had an ominous feeling that this freshman might be a madman.
Bam!
