"Bastard!"
A group of Beijing University students spat these words, glaring at Zhang Fan.
Especially as they looked at the group of beauties standing beside Zhang Fan, they really couldn't stay calm.
Meanwhile, Li Liang watched as a group of Beijing University students limped away, rubbing their sore backsides, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Just flesh wounds, after all!
"Remember, we're on someone else's turf, not our own. Take it easy," Li Liang said, patting Zhang Fan's shoulder.
Zhang Fan grinned slightly, "Got it! Don't worry!"
"Director Sun, let's go. Let's check out the Talent Class first!" Li Liang suggested.
"Yeah, Director Hou and others are waiting at the Talent Class," Sun Ye nodded and then turned to the group behind him, "I suggest you all behave, or else..."
Upon hearing that, countless people immediately felt aggrieved.
Blame us? We're the ones who got beaten up, okay?
When Zhang Fan and his group left, everyone started chattering.
