The windows of the classroom were bright and the furnishings were expensive. The children were struggling with each other, with bruises on their faces. The heavy breathing sound of "huffing" sounded in the unusually quiet classroom. From time to time, they bumped into several tables and made a long "hmphing" sound. , people coming in and out of the classroom hurriedly came and went without making a sound, as if they were surrounded by a play involving only a few of them, and the audience did not even dare to fart.
Chuuya grabbed Max's arm with one hand, stared at the blood on the faces of these teenagers, and said in a deep voice, "What did you just say? No matter what your reason was, tell them to stop fighting."
If an ordinary person were to take revenge on someone they knew immediately after being bullied, they would most likely think that this person was standing up for themselves.
Chuuya didn't get along with Max for long, but their personalities were quite different. He looks indifferent and lazy all day long, as if nothing in the world arouses his interest. In his eyes, everything is just a daily routine that he has seen countless times. Such a person will be embarrassed by a fight that cannot kill him. Generate anger and make these people who do not know life and death pay the price?
No, this B@st@ard Max can only clap his hands and applaud.
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