Xue the Gentleman deftly deployed a chain of stratagems, while Lin and Bai mistakenly mounted the execution block.
The older the ginger, the spicier it was.
What shortage of printed test papers? This had all been calculated by Xue Jian!
What kind of joke was this? Everyone else had to do a "Peace Scroll" tonight, while the very culprits who had caused all this only needed to eat simple "Peace Apples"?
Xue Jian called this treating everyone equally? Clearly, the people who had done wrong were getting better treatment instead!
People did not fear having too little; they feared unfairness. And this "too little" had been caused by those two—
Thinking of this, Lin Li and Bai Bufan sat on pins and needles. They did not even dare turn their heads directly, only slowly shifting their eyes to cautiously look around the classroom after Xue Jian had left.
"..."
Oh boy. A horror movie.
In the deathly silent classroom, almost everyone had stopped writing their papers and was staring straight at them.
Stare—
Even those former good brothers in the back row now had no brotherly affection in their eyes.
Especially Zhou Baowei.
His gaze first fell on the Peace Scroll in his own hand, then shifted to the Peace Apples in Lin and Bai's hands. It was so icy that the two barely recognized him.
A dragon had reverse scales; touch them, and it would rage.
Baowei also had a bottomless stomach; touch it, and he could only rage helplessly.
My! Ap! Ples!
After all, some people in the back row were not particularly interested in apples. With Zhou Baowei's supreme status as the slop bucket of Senior High, Class 1-4, all he had to do was use a little trick—say, pat his huge stomach—and the commoners in the