Class 8.
Duan Shigang's valiant move stunned everyone. Even Cui Yu found it unbelievable.
He had to admit that Gang Ge was the most insanely formidable person he had ever seen in his life.
Meng Gui was excited too. What the hell kind of classroom roleplay was this? He was here to study, not watch this kind of scene, so he shouted expectantly, "Hurry up and use your mouth!"
Wang Longlong said, "Lick faster, I want to see!"
Guo Kunnan exclaimed, "Hurry, hurry!"
Hu Jun said, "Hurry up and lick!"
At the back, Wu Xiaoqi stood proudly atop a desk with a basketball in his arms. What he had failed to do back then, Duan Shigang had done for him.
Cheers and jeers rose from all around the classroom. Everyone waited eagerly, full of anticipation.
Not a single person stepped in to break it up!
Morals had truly gone downhill.
On the south side of the classroom, Chen Siyu's face turned red as she secretly spat, "How filthy, in broad daylight too!"
She quietly looked toward her deskmate and found that she was watching as well.
Bai Yuxia criticized, "Indeed."
A classroom was a place for studying, sacred and honorable—not a place for doing this sort of thing.
The two of them inwardly despised it, yet neither looked away. They even rose slightly onto their toes, waiting for the show to begin.
Meanwhile, Duan Shigang had fallen from heaven into hell. His whole body went cold. This world, this class—it was full of monsters and freaks.
If you ignored the hair, Wang Yanyan's black stockings were rather enticing. With the thought of taking advantage of her, Duan Shigang had been extremely bold just moments ago.
But when he crouched beside Wang Yanyan's legs and took a look, he saw dense