Monday, the after-school bell rang, the day faded away, and the night hadn't arrived.
The sunset shone, the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the campus, adding a layer of filter to everything, like a painting unfolding.
Chai Wei hurriedly left the classroom, not giving troublemakers any opportunity.
Until he ran out of the teaching building, he lingered in the dusk of the campus for two seconds, turning back to look at the teaching building's layers, where swarms of students poured out of the classrooms, seeking food outside.
Chai Wei turned back and carried on, silently saying: 'It's your turn, Yan Tianpeng!'
His tone was somber, as if he were announcing some kind of notice.
Shen Xu had already suffered heavy damage, but far from enough; none of those who angered him would escape, all would pay in blood!
That afternoon, Chai Wei took a class off, found the bicycle Yan Tianpeng rode every day, and cut the brake line, disabling the bike's braking function.
