The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Wu Dongli looked at Gu Weimian and Pang Yiqin looking at him with an embarrassed expression, "Forget it. Although he didn't understand the ways of the world, he intuitively felt that if he continued to stay in that position, it might make Gu Weiman even more depressed and disgusted. Gu Weimian stood casually and lazily with an indifferent expression, but Ning Quruo's nerves were tense, because she was holding a gel pen in her hand, and the tip of the gel pen was facing the eyes of the little gir...
Wu Dongli looked at Gu Weimian and Pang Yiqin looking at him with an embarrassed expression, "Forget it.
Although he didn't understand the ways of the world, he intuitively felt that if he continued to stay in that position, it might make Gu Weiman even more depressed and disgusted.
Jiang Lihua breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and pointed to a place at the left rear, "You sit there first, I'll help you move the chair and table in."
There were no empty tables and chairs in the classroom.
Wu Dongli nodded and followed Jiang Lihua to move the table and chairs in.
After everything was settled, Jiang Lihua retired, letting the students study on their own in the morning while she went out.
Pang Yiqin finally wiped away her tears. She was no longer sad, but completely angry.
She glared fiercely at the empty seat behind her, still remembering Ning Quruo's rudeness to Gu Weiman just now.
She felt a warmth on her head and looked at Gu Weimian blankly.
Gu Weimian smiled and rubbed her head, "Don't be angry."
Pang Yiqin pursed her lips, her face flushed, and she nodded vigorously.
She was just about to turn around and sit back down when she saw a document or something like that sticking out of Ning Quruo's bag, with a photo on it.
The moment he saw the photo, Pang Yiqin felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere.
She stood up and picked up the photo.
The figure above is a little girl who looks only three or four years old. Although she is very young, one can still see that her features are extremely delicate.
It was rare to see someone this beautiful. She had only seen one since she was a child...
“What are you doing!”
A loud shout interrupted Pang Yiqin's thoughts, and before she could react, she felt her hands were empty.
"hiss……"
There was a creepy sound of paper being torn.
Pang Yiqin stared blankly at the horn in his hand.
The two men looked at each other, and almost instantly the man's eyes turned bloodshot. Without saying a word, he clenched his fist and punched Pang Yiqin.
Jiang Jingchen and Gu Weimian were the closest to him.
Gu Weimian couldn't block the punch at all, she could only hug Pang Yiqun and hide her in her arms.
Ning Quruo's fist didn't arrive.
Jiang Jingchen started fighting with Ning Quruo directly.
Gu Weimian turned his head, and neither of them held back, with every move aimed at the other's vital points.
The tables and chairs were all knocked over by the two of them at once, making a loud noise.
Several girls nearby screamed in fright.
Gu Weimian frowned. Ning Quruo was a professional, and Jiang Jingchen was not bad either. If this continued, both of them would probably suffer losses.
Even if Jiang Jingchen could win... her gaze turned to Ning Quruo's face, and Ning Quruo's lips were black and blue.
He had just been discharged from the hospital and couldn't withstand such a violent fight.
It would be a relief if he died at that time, but Jiang Jingchen's second half of life might be ruined.
“Stop.”
The two of them didn't listen to her at all.
Gu Weimian said lazily, "Otherwise I will just destroy the photo."
Ning Quruo's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Gu Weimian, clenching his hands tightly.
Jiang Jingchen didn't hold back for a moment and punched him several times in succession, one of which even hit him directly in the face, but he seemed to feel nothing at all.
When the man saw Ning Quruo's expression, he felt there was no point in hitting him any further and withdrew his hand.
His gaze turned to Gu Weiman.
Gu Weimian stood casually and lazily with an indifferent expression, but Ning Quruo's nerves were tense, because she was holding a gel pen in her hand, and the tip of the gel pen was facing the eyes of the little girl in the photo.