So, did chickens have athlete's foot?
The answer didn't matter.
The moment he asked the question, Wu Xiaoqi regretted it.
Because Pang Jiao's chicken-foot-chewing motion slowed for a beat.
That beat was so obvious that Wu Xiaoqi's heart seemed to miss one as well.
The time and space around them seemed to freeze. Pang Jiao's huge mouth was full of shattered chicken bones, and Wu Xiaoqi could see the heaps of white bone.
As well as Pang Jiao's cannibalistic gaze, about to turn toward him.
How he wished time could reverse.
Once, he had had a chance to get a good night's sleep right in front of him, but he hadn't cherished it.
If heaven gave him another chance, Wu Xiaoqi swore he absolutely would not say those words to this female warrior.
And if there had to be a time limit, he wouldn't say them for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, life was a game with no save reloads, just like the three-pointer Wu Xiaoqi had shot on the Basketball Court.
Once the ball left his hand, there was no regret.
Wu Xiaoqi's thoughts could not outrun time in the end. Pang Jiao's massive head turned toward him.
Pang Jiao swallowed the chicken feet in her mouth in one gulp, raised her phone, and slapped the table furiously.
Boom! A thunderous sound shook the room.
The blast of air ruffled Wu Xiaoqi's hair.
The students nearby nearly jumped out of their skin!
"Ah!" Yu Wen and Jiang Yanan cried out, sounding delicate and helpless enough to soften Dong Qingfeng's heart.
Even Chen Qian at the very front had his writing hand tremble slightly.
Wu Xiaoqi watched helplessly as a tiny crack appeared in the surface of the sturdy wooden desk. It wasn't a crack—it was an abyss about