The Fourth Middle School campus, with its wide north-south main road, was bustling with people.
All the students were walking, and Wu Yunzhi told Qi Tianheng to scram.
Qi Tianheng's expression changed; he was a young master with a group of little henchmen under him. The students who usually hung around him always gave him some respect.
Now someone was actually telling him to scram!
He clenched his fists, anger building in his chest, as if it would explode any moment.
Zhao Xiaofeng, adept at reading the room, sensed Brother Tian's anger.
As the loyal henchman of the young master, Zhao Xiaofeng wasn't afraid of fierce looks; he shouted, "Scram is scram!"
With that said, Zhao Xiaofeng mimicked Wu Yunzhi's limp and hobbled forward.
He had a knack for being cheeky, and he scrammed at just the right pace, wobbling in front of Wu Yunzhi.
"I'm scramming, I'm scramming." Zhao Xiaofeng said earnestly.
Seeing this, Qi Tianheng burst into laughter.
