Sam leaned against the tree and vomited almost all the lunch in his stomach.
The instigator was looking at Sam with a look of extreme disdain, his eyes were full of "Can you do it?"
After vomiting, Sam walked to Connor with unsteady steps, weakly pulled Connor's arm, and lowered his head to wipe his mouth.
The veins on Connor's forehead were throbbing, but he endured it again and again and didn't throw out the ignorant young man in front of him.
"Have you wiped enough?" Connor said coldly.
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